Date: Sun, 24 Apr 2005 11:31:06 -0700
From: Harlan Blake <hgblake@gmail.com>
Subject: Two College Roommates

I am sharing two true college experiences with you.  Names, places,
and miscellaneous are changed to protect...  Period is late 1980's and
AIDS nor STD's were not discussed much in our college.  I never
"officially" came out on campus but everyone knew and never had a
problem.  If you are under 18 years old or it is illegal to read this
where you are do not read any further.  If it is illegal for you to
read it and you still do, well, what can I do about it anyway?  If you
want to copy my story and spread it to kingdom come, you have my
permission-I do not care.  Sorry I do not write better, after all, I'm
only a college graduate.

Story One - Wayne

I'd lost my roommate at the end of the fall term.  I was going to a
small rural college and he'd not adjusted well to college life and
decided to call it quits and return home.  He was a nice person, kinda
cute in a nerdy way but not really my type.  Plus, even though I'd
fooled around quite a lot during high school and when I was home on
breaks, I was quite closeted at college.  I had chosen the school
because of its forestry program and liked being in the mountains, not
because of its gay life.
I lived in the dorms, which there was a woman's and men's.  Each dorm
had 48 rooms-12 rooms to a wing that also had a common bathroom.
Returning to the dorms after Christmas I had not thought about a new
roommate.  When I arrived, I was surprised to see boxes and stuff on
the other side of the room.  As I said, I never thought about a new
roommate.  The town and county were pretty set in its ways and I
thought no one would transfer in or move into the dorms halfway into
the school year.
The dorm room was of standard fair.  As you entered on either side
were hardwood closets with storage shelves above.  On the right and
left sides were beds build into the walls with shelving units above.
Then there were dressers and desks, also built into the walls.  The
desks had windows over them that looked out onto spectacular
mountains.  I've seen some dorm rooms since and these rooms were very
nice.  All the furniture built in, hardwood, and the view beautiful.
The only problem being you could not move the furniture so my roommate
and I always had a view of each other when sleeping, studying, or
whatever.
As I was unpacking, the door opened and in walked my new roommate.
Now let me preface my description of him by telling you he was the
exact opposite of me and any man I'd ever grown up with or been with
to that point (not to say I am a wimp or anything, just that I was
raised in a metropolitan area and rarely been on a ranch or around
animals except our dog).  He was also one of the reasons why I wanted
to get into forestry and work in rural and mountainous areas.
The first thing I saw was his black cowboy hat.  The next was his
Fu-Manchu mustache.  Then was his oval silver belt buckle, followed by
his tight blue jeans and finally his cowboy boots.  I almost fainted
on the spot.  His smile was warm and lifted up his eyes.  His name was
Wayne and he was from Idaho.  How in the hell he had found our school,
two states over I do not remember, but I was thrilled.  I later
learned he had curly brown hair, beautiful green eyes, and his
mustache framed beautiful thin red lips.  He stood 6ft, about 165lbs,
and wore tight t-shirts and blue jeans, and ever-present brown belt
with the silver belt buckle and cowboy boots.  He also chewed tobacco
that I never got use to but I forgave him.  We soon became fast
friends.  He was just that kind of person.  He would meet someone and
people would warm up to him quickly.
He was in college studying animal husbandry but like many kids there
he was just happy to be away from the ranch.  We had great sports
teams and spent much time traveling to other colleges watching
basketball games and such.  Wayne also introduced me to Black Velvet
Whisky (of all things).  God-awful stuff but he liked it.  We'd go to
parties and he'd love to get plastered on the shit.  I cannot remember
how many times we staggered home from the girl's dorm or apartments
close by, slipping on the ice and snow, barfing up Black Velvet and
beer, finally making it to bed.
Soon though he got a girlfriend whom I thought was not good enough for
him.  She was a dog in my book.  However, he was happy because she put
out.  He had a girlfriend at home who from her picture was beautiful
but the girl he picked up at school was a pig and I never had enough
bad things to say about her, which Wayne found amusing.  It's not that
she was a bad person but I felt she was not pretty enough for him.  He
was stunning and to me she looked like an albino.
Many mornings we'd take showers together.  The john was communal in
the middle of the 14 or so rooms and had around six showerheads.
There were two bunches of three showerheads placed in a half circle.
Many times we'd end up next to each other and my eyes would linger
over his body.  I'd wash my hair keeping my eyes down letting the
water cascade over my head as I'd pretend to enjoy the water massaging
my scalp.  But, in reality, I gazed upon his dick and balls and
rippled abs.  His dick would never get over two or so inches in length
but I'd love looking at the water running down his stomach then pour
off the tip of his prick.  I wanted to kneel in front of him drinking
the water as if he was a fountain.  His prick was dark brown as he had
some Lebanese blood in him that helped him keep a light tan all year
long.
I loved watching him lounging in the room or dressing and undressing.
His body was perfection.  Not overly muscled but muscled from working
on his family's ranch from an early age.  He was taut with not and
ounce of fat.  He had dustings of hair here and there but no major
patches except his pubic, underarm, and of course his wonderful
mustache and thick head of hair.
He never let on about knowing if I was gay or interested in him
sexually but in my gut, I knew he had figured it out.  It was a
four-year college, I had two and a half years to go, and I am sure
people had their suspicions.  I had gotten a few comments during the
last year and a half but nothing serious.  It was mainly from a
student from New York City who was straight but had been around gay
people and obviously more worldly.  However, I think others were
starting to notice I wasn't attracted to girls.  It was obvious who I
was interested in hanging around with.  Mainly the sports nuts, jocks,
ranchers, cowboys, etc.  The masculine dudes, hot looking guys, hard
drinkers, etc., but very few girls (I've never been much of a fag hag
liker).  I was certainly learning how to drink a lot, though not
learning how to hold it very well (during this time I blacked out a
lot).  Wayne became the best, best friend and roommate I could ever
have hoped for.  We did almost everything together.
One school night, shortly after Easter Vacation, Wayne and I turned in
together at a normal time.  I don't think we had been partying or
anything.  We were laying on our beds parallel to each other and maybe
7ft apart.  His stereo, which was over his bed, was on playing music
softly and its lights cast a soft light over the room.  I was lying on
my side looking at him as he lay on his back looking up at the ceiling
deep in thought.  He was beautiful with his brown loosely curled hair
laying on his pillow, his thick eyebrows, eyelashes, and mustache all
gleaming in the glow of the light.  His eye's glistened, his profile
making him look like a Greek God.  I watched as his chest rose and
lowered in shallow breaths.  His legs and knees were raised and spread
a little and his arms and hands were under his blanket and stretched
down resting between his legs.  Aside from his breathing and his eyes
blinking, there was no other movement from him.
I knew he thought I was going to sleep but finally I couldn't take it
any longer so I asked him what he was thinking.  After a moment, he
told me about his girlfriend at home, how much fun he had with her
during Easter Vacation, and how he missed her.  They had been together
in high school and he wondered if he should marry her.  He told me he
was feeling guilty about messing around with albino girl.  I thought
better of saying anything bad about the albino so I didn't say much of
anything.  He talked a little staring at the ceiling not moving much
so I only watched my 18-year-old cowboy rancher god of a college
roommate (I had to throw that in).  He was kinda conservative when
talking about being horny and stuff so cussing and sex talk wasn't
really his style, even when drunk, so when he started talking about
being a little horny I was a little shocked.  He told me he was
worried if he stopped seeing the albino for sex he didn't know if he
could go for the rest of the semester without someone.  He thought he
would go crazy before he saw his girlfriend again.  About this time, I
noticed he was moving his hand, though very, very little, around his
crotch.
At that moment, any ability to parse rational from irrational behavior
left me.  I had years to go at this college, very possibly living in
the dorm, and very possibly with Wayne as my roommate, but the moment
I detected movement where his dick was all sense of reason vanished.
With more than a suck hanging in the air, I spoke and I will never
forget my exact words "Have you ever thought about doing it with a
guy?"  Time stood still as he continued to look at the ceiling, his
profile perfectly shown by the light of his stereo.  To this day and
for the rest of my life, I will never, and I mean never forget what he
said in reply, "They'd never do that in my town."  I about died.  How
could I have taken such a chance?  I was in the middle of redneck
country putting my forestry schooling and career at jeopardy.
I did not turn away and did not close my eyes but watched him.  He had
not changed his position but still looked at the ceiling slightly
moving his hand over his crotch.  We went on like this for a good five
minutes when finally, he closed his eyes and his hand seemed to move a
little more.  In my mind I'd been yelling at myself saying how I was a
looser, I'd blown my cover, that Wayne would move out the next day,
that I'd have to change colleges and such.  All that changed as I
watched him manipulate himself a little harder and again I struggled
with reason.  Either because of lack of oxygen or hyperventilating, to
this day I'm not sure which, I guess idiocy took over and as if acting
like a zombie in a horrible Sci-Fi flick, I quietly pulled back my
covers, got up off my bed, walked the few steps over to Wayne's bed,
and kneeled down next to it.  I knew he heard me but he did not react
at all.  I slowly, lightly put my right hand in the middle of his
blanketed chest that caused him to suck in a deep breath but not open
his eyes.  He had stopped his hand moving over his crotch by now so I
put my left hand up to his leg and started lightly rubbing it then
moved it over on top of his hand.  To this point he still had not
moved.
I moved my hand up to the top of his blanket and moved under it
feeling his warm skin.  He did not have a top on so I moved my hand
under the blanket and down his chest cupping his firm pectorals moving
my fingers over a tit.  I watched his face for a sign that all was
well but only saw heavier breathing.  I felt comfortable in my role as
seducer rubbing my hands across the expanse of his chest, rubbing his
tits and toying with the sparse hair sprouting up here-and-there.
Pulling down the blanket, I moved my hand down playing with the ridges
framing his abs then twirling my finger around his inny bellybutton.
My left hand was still lightly on top of his with my fingers and thumb
lightly rubbing it.  My right hand still played with his bellybutton
and having still met no resistance I moved it to the top of his boxers
and moving my fingers lightly over them, found myself squeezing
between them and his hand.  As I worked farther down he suddenly,
throwing my left hand off moved his hand aside.  Looking up I saw his
eyes still closed and aside from his breathing being somewhat ragged
and his hand moving he still showed no movement or emotion.
Once his hand was aside, my hand meeting no pressure shot down faster
and before I knew it was laying on top of his very hard cock.  I was
shocked to feel its size.  As it had always been only a couple inches
soft in the shower I imagined it to be maybe 5 to 6 inches hard and
normal girth, but what I could feel with my hand laying on top of it,
it was definitely longer and fatter than that.
Looking up at his noncommittal face I pulled the blankets down to his
knees and stroking his hard cock down his boxers leg reached up and
ran my hand under his waistband through his pubic hair to the base of
his cock then down to the tip.  I started rubbing up and down using my
palm and fingers jacking him off inside his boxers.  My left hand was
rubbing his legs from his calves to the tops of his thighs every so
often touching the head of his dick.  I leaned down to the bottom of
his boxers pulling them up, the head saw smeared with his pre-cum and
I ran my tongue over it.  Barely a whimper escaped from my roommate's
mouth but I knew from experiences guys enjoyed my mouth and I could
bring him off as no girl could.
I swirled my tongue around his cock head.  I still could not get his
entire size down but I knew he was larger than I originally thought.
He was cut and had a large head that was dark purple.  He was leaking
a lot of pre-cum, which I was rubbing around and licking off.
I wanted to pull his cock through his fly but I had problems getting
it up the boxer's leg so I eventually decided I must pull them off so
I started yanking them down his legs.  When there's a will (especially
when a fag wants a cock I've learned), there's always a way.  At
first, Wayne did not help but soon he got the drift and pushed up a
little and I was able to pull his boxers down to his knees.  As soon
as his cock sprang free, it hit his stomach.  It was a remarkable
sight.  It was good 8-inches and 2 or 3-inches round.  It was dark
brown with a wonderfully purple head.  His robin egg sized balls were
hanging down his slightly spread legs.  I started rubbing his balls
and jacking his dick that caused copious drops of pre-cum to appear.
I took in his beautifully rippled body thrilled by ragged breathing
knowing my manipulations gave him pleasure.
I leaned down and extending my tongue as far as it could go placed his
prick on the back of it then slowly dragged it over its entire length
spreading as much spit as I could.  I rooted into its base then cupped
my lips around it and moved up and down digging my tongue into its
underside.  I teased Wayne's cock head burrowing into his piss slit
feeding on his pre-cum, which was sweet, yet tasted slightly of the
minted Skoal he liked to chew.  I sucked his cock head up to my lips
then pushed it into my mouth wetting it moving and pushing it to my
tonsils.  I pulled back then threw myself down then back again.  My
hand was playing with his chest, playing lightly with his nipples,
then underarms, Adams Apple, and abs.  I rolled his balls around and
pushed onto his perineum.  I worked on his cock like the cock hound I
am trying to bring my college roommate the pleasure I had wanted to
give for months.  Soon I heard moans coming from deep inside his
being.  I knew I had him.  I knew I was giving him the best blowjob I
could.  I was making love to his body.  I was sucking his cock that
was starting to choke me.  I was trying to push it past my tonsils.
My throat was being pushed wider than it had been pushed in ages.  I
was deep throating Wayne and I wanted him to push harder into me yet
he was laying still.  Soon his cock was expanding, air was being
pushed out of my mouth and I was rubbing his chest lightly pinching
his tits.  His balls pulled up tight then a shot of cum hit the back
of my throat then another close behind.  Wayne's cock was pumping
against my lips and cum was filling my mouth.  My right hand was on
his stomach, the fingertips of my other lightly danced upon his
tightly packed balls, and I was swallowing his seed gulp after gulp.
I worked hard not to spill one drop.  Nothing that went past my lips
went back down his cock, nor onto his skin, or into his pubic hair.  I
let his cock deflate a little and making sure it was clean let it fall
from my mouth then kissed his stomach.  I moved up kissing his chest
then swirled my tongue around a nipple.  I stood and got a towel and
stood over him and dried him off and turned and went back to my bed.
Somehow, I knew I couldn't waste much time at his bed once he came.  I
watched as he opened his eyes looked down, wiped up a little, pulled
up his boxers, reached up and turned off his stereo, pulled up his
blankets and turned away from me then went to sleep.  I got into bed
with the taste of his cum on my tongue and lying on my side fell
asleep watching him.
The next morning I woke up as he was leaving for the bathroom.  He had
a towel wrapped around him like normal.  Hoping things wouldn't be
weird I decided to go through my routine like any other day.  I too
went to the bathroom like normal and after taking a leak and brushing
my teeth walked into the shower.  I took the shower next to Wayne and
started washing my hair, we started talking and it seemed like
everything was okay.  I rinsed my hair and as I was looking down
pretending as if I was letting the water massage my scalp, but of
course looking at his cock, I got the shock of my life.  Like normal,
his cock was about 2-inches in length but he reached down, gave it a
nice tug and leaning down into my ear, and said in a low very
questioning voice, and I will never forget this, "Will I need the
albino any more?"  Somewhat taken aback I looked up rubbing water out
of my eyes and found him half-smiling with raised eyebrows and a
serious/questioning/nervous look on his handsome face.  A flood of
emotions poured through me from being grateful he wasn't going to deck
me and tell the world I was a cocksucker to thrilled he seemed
interested in me sucking his cock again.  I was stunned and all I
could do shake my head and say, "No."
I gave Wayne blowjobs nightly, sometimes twice daily from that day on.
 We would climb in, drive into the mountains, he'd get nude and lay on
heated boulders, and I'd get in between those beautiful legs of his
and suck.  He would love to drive his truck on logging roads as fast
and reckless as he could and have me between his legs sucking his
cock.  Actually, this was a favorite time of mine also as we'd be
flaying down these dirt roads with loose rocks and such shooting
everywhere, I'd be sucking his cock and occasionally I'd look up and
behind us would be huge clouds of dust.  Sucking his cock and the
danger of his reckless driving was a huge turn on for me.  We'd also
get blasted at kegger's and shit faced on Black Velvet (I still can't
drink the stuff after all these years because of that semester) and
he'd take me to the back of the football stadium and I'd suck him off
in the moon light.  We had a great time.  Unfortunately, he didn't
return to school the next year.  I was heartbroken.  I don't remember
if I ever found out why he did not return.
Occasionally I get on the Internet and see if I can locate him but so
far I haven't been able to.  Cannot find anyone in Idaho with his
name.  He was a great person, a great roommate, and a lot of fun and I
hope he's doing well.  Extremely good-looking, beautiful eyes, body,
cock, sweet, and generous (and I forgot to mention one fine ass).  I
hope he got married to that pretty girl and had many children.  If
Wayne is out there and playing around on the side at either rest stops
or bookstores, he is making some queens very happy and I am jealous as
hell.

Story Two -- Andy

My second and last dorm experience happened the following semester.
Somehow word leaked I was gay.  I guess it was bound to happen.
Probably Wayne leaked it out or in a passive-aggressive move I let it
slip.  As it turned out nothing bad happened because of it, but I did
move out of the dorms at the end of fall semester into my own studio
incurring more expense, but ultimately it was better.  How my second
experience happened is kinda funny though.
I expected Wayne to return after summer but as I was learning, nothing
was certain with these straight ranchers with their high school
sweethearts.  Well Wayne was no different and one semester was enough
for him, at least at our college.  Therefore, I was assigned another
roommate.
When I arrived he was already settled in which I found strange as the
only guys who could be that settled were football players who'd been
there for preseason training.  The other reason I say strange is that
football players and other jocks were housed in other wings of the
dorm.  Well, I figured if I had a football player as a roommate that
wasn't the worst thing that could happen-especially if he was cute.
I unpacked, made my bed, etc. and went off doing errands.  When I came
back, I noticed my pillow had a huge dent in it.  I thought it was
strange but didn't think a lot about it.  It had been a long drive and
the cafeteria was not yet open so I went into town getting something
to eat and goofed around a bit, then wanting to go to bed early drove
back to the dorm.  When I got back my roommate wasn't there so I
unpacked some more and was watching TV when he and another football
player named Wayne came in.  My roommate I didn't recognize but Wayne
I knew.
I come to find out that the cats out of the bag and the rumor around
the dorm is I'm gay.  Wayne says my roommate, whose name is Andy,
wants me to change rooms.  I soon learn that the reason why my pillow
was dented is because some of the football players were in our room
earlier and one of them punched my pillow.  Wayne was a levelheaded
person, which is one reason why I think he came with Andy to propose
the room change, but I could tell Andy was tightly wound.  The problem
with their whole request was, one I had seniority as I had been in the
room for the last two years, and two, where did they expect me to
move.  The dorms weren't fully open and nobody knew who was returning,
which rooms were unoccupied if any, etc.  I made it clear that I was
not going to move regardless if Andy had been in the room and settled
for two weeks and that if he had a problem sleeping in the room it was
his problem-not mine.  I told Andy if I needed to speak with his
coaches, the dorm managers, or whomever I would do so, but if anyone
ever touched my stuff or ever threatened me again I would report them.
 As I said Wayne was level headed and knew I was right and as I was
semi-heated and threatening to make waves with football careers (not
that I could have) calm heads prevailed and Andy backed down.  A
couple minutes later Wayne and Andy, with his tail (which was very
nice) between his legs, took off and I, after calming down turned in.
It was about 10:00 pm when I finally fell asleep and about 2:00 am
when I was suddenly awoke by a very drunk Andy crashing through the
door turning on the overhead light and talking loudly to himself.  He
was acting like a typical 18-year-old drunk kid away from home for the
first time and proceeded to bounce around the room.  I was more
fearful he would throw up on me than anything else.  Finally, I got
out of bed and steered him from the desk chair he'd fallen into to his
bed and laid him out flat hoping he would find it comfortable enough
to sleep through the night on.  The kid was large and hard to manage
and I'd never been sympathetic towards drunks so taking off his cloths
did not even cross my mind.  I just wanted to get him flat on his back
with the trashcan by his side and him aware of it in the event he
needed to throw up.  I then wanted to get back to bed.
As I said, he was a large kid.  He barely fit in the bed as his feet
hung over the edge when I lifted his legs from the floor.  His body
was so wide that even when I lifted his dangling arm and placed it on
his chest it was hard to keep it from falling back to the floor.
Finally, it seemed I had him lying pretty straight so I got the
trashcan and placing it by his head; I shook him a few times trying to
wake him to make sure he knew it was there.  After a moment, his eyes
opened and a couple seconds later he recognized me then moved his head
to the side and looked around the room.  He was very drunk but he was
trying to focus and he asked me how he got on the bed.  I told him I
helped him then pointed out the trashcan.
He looked at me for a moment then in a very drunken haze told me he
was sorry for being such an asshole.  It was an apology only a drunk
could or would make but he was so sweet making it and I knew it was
the only time I'd ever hear it from him.  I told him not to worry
about it and I was going to bed.  Then came something that almost blew
me to the floor.  He asked me if I thought he was good looking.
Again, the booze was talking and I knew I'd never hear those words
again so I thought why not and I turned back to him and looking him up
and down told him yes, I thought he was a very handsome.
Andy was a good 6ft 3in and probably 250lbs.  He had long straight
blond hair, probably hadn't shaved for a couple days, had a
wonderfully developed chest, and a very solid body though not cut.  He
reminded me a lot of John Schneider in Dukes of Hazard but larger and
with a rounder face.  He had that very wholesome All American hayseed
look.  He was dressed in a blue t-shirt, blue jeans, and Adidas tennis
shoes.
He seemed very sweet and out of his element.  Maybe he was too young
for college, and definitely unable to handle his booze.  He was
definitely a small town boy that was for sure.  As I was looking him
up and down telling him he was handsome, I met his eyes and we looked
at each other for a moment.  Just as his last question took me by
surprise and almost caused me to crumple to the floor his next one
almost caused me to have a heart attack.  He then asked me in his
drunken way if I would suck his cock.  Absolutely floored I stared at
him not knowing what to say or do.  Only hours before he was so wound
up that without so much as boo he might have pounced on me or run down
the hallway screaming of fright.  Now he was laying flat on his back
extremely drunk slurringly telling me he'd never had a blowjob before
and asking me to suck his cock "please."
Without waiting for an answer and taking his eyes off me, he reached
down and fumbling unbuttoned his jeans then pulled down his zipper.
He pushed down his jeans a little revealing the top of his white
briefs then pushing those down pushed his hand in and pulled out his
semi-erect cut cock.  I watched as he lifted it from his pubic nest
and pulled it a few times willing it to get harder.  I knew drunken
boners and had no doubt he might have a hard time getting it up but
after all he was only 18.  I looked up at him and saw him still
watching me and then he asked me again to suck his cock.  It was not
that large, maybe 5 inches, but it was pretty and it was leaking some
nice looking pre-cum.  I went over to the light switch turning off the
overhead light then went over to his bed and kneeled on the floor.  I
pushed up his shirt and rubbed his hard yet undefined belly then moved
to his chest.  He had let his hands drop to his sides but his right
hand had dropped off the bed and brushed my leg.  He immediately
brought his hand back to his side and scooted his body over so he was
as flush to the hardwood bookshelf drawers thus giving his right arm
plenty of room to lie on the bed.  I continued to play with his
sparsely hairy belly and chest pinching his nipples once-in-a-while.
By this time, I'd moved my other hand wrapping it around his cock, was
jacking it off, and was doing my best to get it hard.  He was
breathing hard and telling me how good it felt.  Feeling bold, I
leaned over, sucked a nipple into my mouth, lightly chewed on it, and
teased its eraser shaped nub with the tip of my tongue.  I tickled the
other nub with fingers on the hand that had moments before been
jacking off his cock.  Knowing how drunk he was I decided to go all
out and I moved up, placed my lips on his, and pressed down.  He
reached up grabbing my arms and pushed me away and looking at me told
me not to do that.  I told him sorry but he was so good-looking I got
carried away.
I think he was pleased by the compliment but not pleased by the kiss.
Talking lucidly but still very drunk, he asked me to suck his dick and
nothing more.  I told him okay and moving down grabbed his dick in my
hand and sucked his soft dick deep within my mouth.  If I hadn't been
deep within his crotch, I think he would have hit the ceiling.  As
I've learned from experience, he did what most straight guys do; he
immediately started fucking my face.  I had to push him back, got off
his cock, and told him to let me do the work.  I told him to let me
get him hard and enjoy my blowjob and not to fuck my mouth.  I don't
know how much he heard but he stopped moving and I went back to his
cock, sucked his soft cock head into my mouth, and started suckling it
like a baby does its mothers tits and he immediately began moaning
loudly.  I was concerned about the noise, got off him, and told him to
shut up.  I went back to his cock and sucked it down and started slow
deliberate up and down motions swirling my tongue enveloping it into
my warm sudsy mouth and within minutes it started growing.  Andy's
moaning continued and concerned me so I reached up and put my hand
over his mouth, which he didn't seem to mind.  His cock wasn't that
big but it was a nice mouthful that meant I didn't need to go up and
down much but I could keep up a continuous washing machine effect that
drove him wild.  Many times he started wildly fucking my mouth and I
pulled off telling him to stop and allow me to do my job.  He was
going crazy, as I was not letting him cum.  His pre-cum flowed
nonstop, tasted sweet and manly and was enough for me now but I wanted
him to remember the blowjob in the morning.  My mind wandered
imagining him telling the guys on the football team of my mind numbing
blowjob and the possibility that I might get to suck off some of the
players I'd been eyeing for the last couple of years.  Finally he had
enough and he grabbed the back of my head and pushed me down onto his
cock and he started fucking my mouth and within a minute was spurting
his jock juice into my mouth.  It ran out of his cock more than shot.
It was runny and tasted of beer but it was his then mine.  His cock
was not the hardest when it shot but it was punching my tonsils and it
felt good.  He had a good grip on my head and with his strong thrusts
gave me a good battering.  Very soon after he shot he lost his
hardness and he pushed me off.  Without saying a word he pushed his
cock into his underwear and hiked his jeans up, pushed off his tennis
shoes and turned on his side.
When I got up in the morning I showered and left to eat and run
errands.  When I got back, Andy was in the process of packing and
moving out.  He would not even look or talk to me.  I did not mind as
I got to suck his cock.
The semester was hard for me in the dorms.  My new roommate was cold
to me because of peer pressure.  I didn't really care, as he was ugly
and uninspiring.  I moved into an apartment the next semester that was
one of the best moves I ever made.  Actually it was a small studio
which afforded me a lot of privacy where I got to know a lot of guys
I'd never would have had the opportunity to in the dorms.  Once word
got out there was a bonifide cocksucker on campus it was amazing how
curious guys were.  Andy did end up spreading how wonderful my mouth
was and I did get to know a few of the football players.  I have read
many stories from guys in big metropolitan colleges with large gay
communities and I am sure those were wonderful experiences but I can
attest having gone to a small college in a rural area with no gay
community and it wasn't bad.  Being the only cocksucker I knew on
campus had its benefits.  There were many guys I had questions about
but I never pursued them.  I always went home for vacations and had
many gay bars, etc. to get my fill of the gay community then.
At college, I was only interested in the straight guys who would come
over to my place or I'd see at parties who knew of my reputation.  I
ended up with even more guy friends when it became known I was gay and
I moved out of the dorms because I guess I was a novelty eventually
not seen as a "threat."  I never had any problems as I have a smart
head on my shoulders, can talk myself out of a heated situation, and
if it came to blows can handle myself very well.  In addition, I am a
lot of fun and can drink anyone under the table.
Well, that is my two dorm cocksucking stories.  Maybe someday I'll
write about other college stories.  Lot's of jocks, cowboys, farmers,
forestry students, etc. as I rarely went for anything else.  But, hey!
 A cock is a cock, right.