As related to Michael Stewart and written for NYC's Pier BBS in 1988.
Copyright (c) 1988, all rights reserved; permission granted to the "Nifty
Andrew" archive for online "publication" and distribution.

Comments and lewd propositions may be sent to Michael at
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              First Times:  "With His College Roommate"

     When it first happened, I thought my first experience was unusual, but
I've since learned better.  It happened eight years ago when I was 19 and a
sophomore at New York University.  Then, as now, I was 6 feet tall and
weighed in at 160, and I still have blond hair and blue eyes.  I'm smooth,
with what they call a "swimmer's build," but my sport was basketball.
     On the day it all started, I was supposed to be heading off to one
class or another (I forget which), but just didn't feel like going.  In
fact, I didn't feel like doing much of anything, so I decided to head back
to my dorm room, kick back and hide from the world for a while.  I figured
my bunk-mate wouldn't be back till after his classes so I'd have some peace
and quiet for a while.
     Let me tell you about him for a moment, since he plays a big role in
this story.  Todd was a guy from out on Long Island and was a dead ringer
for the actor Steve Guttenberg.  My height, my weight, but with brown hair
and eyes, a solid hairy chest and a smile that brought the girls running. 
He was the same age as I was.
     There's another that was a part of this too, Allen.  Allen was the
closest thing I had to a best friend there; we had been bunkmates the
previous year but finally decided we weren't really suited to dorming with
each other.  There was just something about him, but I chalked it up to his
being weird and me being from the midwest.  He was sort of the nerd type. 
He didn't have buck teeth and taped-together glasses, but he always had his
nose in a book.  He didn't date that often, that I knew about, but he could
have; he was the same age and Todd and me, and looked sort of like a
combination of the two of us.  He had Todd's brown hair and eyes, and my
smooth build.
     OK, so much for the background.  I checked my mail and went up in the
elevator, looking forward to hitting the sack, and walked down the deserted
hallway.  Stuck my key in the lock, turned it and opened the door.  And
then I nearly dropped dead.
     Todd and Allen were stark naked on Todd's bed, and Todd was fucking
Allen up the ass!
     I'm not sure who was more shocked, them or me.  I didn't know whether
to chase them the fuck out of the room or whether to leave myself, so I
just stood there.  I must have interrupted at a "climactic moment," because
Todd jumped up, yanking his cock from Allen's hole (Jesus, was he big!),
and as he tried to stand up, he was shooting his load on Allen's back and
on the floor and everything.  Allen just rolled over, grabbed a sheet and
pulled it up over him.
     The sound came on at that point.  "Ron!" "Oh shit!"  I'm not sure who
was saying what, but they were both saying it over and over again.  I
looked down and say a big puddle of cum on the floor, and that's when I got
grossed out and left.  I just turned around and walked away.
     The next week was hellish for me.  I had never given even the
slightest thought to messing around with another guy, and I never thought
my friends were into it either.  I was sick for a time, but something weird
was going on:  whenever I thought about what I saw, I got a boner.  It left
me very confused.  I stayed out late every night and left early, so I never
talked with Todd about it.  I wasn't even sure I wanted to.
     About a week later, I had come to the conclusion that my cock was
getting hard for a reason whenever I thought about it.  Whatever my
feelings had been, I knew now that I was turned on by the idea, but didn't
have any idea what to do about it.  That night, I found out.  It was late,
and I remember that I didn't have to be up the next morning, so it must
have been a Friday night.  I was laying in my bed and Todd was in his (we
still hadn't spoken), and I was just staring up at the ceiling, unable to
sleep.  The image of what I'd seen kept running through my mind and I was
rock-hard, but didn't know if Todd was asleep or not, so I wasn't going to
pull off.
     Todd must have thought I was asleep though, because I started to hear
the sheets moving and the sound of flesh on flesh, with some funny
breathing.  I turned my head slightly, and in the dim light coming in the
window, I could see that he was pulling his rod.  In the shadows, I could
barely make it out, but I could tell that it was as big as I thought at
first.
     Now my cock was really hard, but I still didn't know what to do.  I
laid there for a minute and the tension in my groin was really building. 
Finally I took a deep breath and said, "Todd?"  He jumped slightly and
pulled his sheet up over his dick real fast before he answered.  "What?"
     "About the other day -" I started, swinging around and getting off the
bed, coming toward his bed (I was still pretty fucking nervous, so I walked
real slow).  He cut me off.  "Ron, I don't know what to say.  You weren't
supposed to see that."
     "I figured that," I said, and by now, I was right next to his bed,
angling myself so I was between him and the window.  I could see, now that
I was closer, that his cock was still hard under the sheet.  He couldn't
see the fact that my cock was rock-hard in my briefs though.  "I've been
thinking about it all week, and it's left me pretty confused."
     He seemed to relax a little when he realized I wasn't going to pound
the shit out of him.  "That's OK," he said, "I already have the paperwork
to get a room transfer.  I just have to drop the form off Monday, and I'll
be out of here."
     "Look, that's not it." I said.  "At first I was pretty grossed-out and
didn't know what to think.  Every time I thought about what I walked in,
two things happened.  One, I got a little sick."
     "And what was the other?" he asked.  I leaned down a little and
grabbed his wrist, pulled it up and twisted it slightly so his palm was
right on the bulge my dick was making in my briefs.  "This!" I said.
     I let go, but he didn't.  He kept his hand on my hard-on.  I wasn't
sure what to say, so I just started talking.  "Every time I think about it,
I get so fucking turned-on.  I'm not 100% sure about this, but I think I
want to try it."
     He was now rubbing my cock through the briefs, and I felt like I was
going to cum.  He asked me, "Try what?"
     I took a deep breath.  "Making it with a guy."  As soon as I said it,
he tightened his grip and I was sure I was gonna blow off.  I grabbed his
hand off, and said (moaned, really), "No, stop, I don't want to cum yet."
In the dim light, I could see he had put the hand that had been on my dick
down onto his, and he was rubbing it.  "Your place or mine?" he said, and
with the shared chuckle, the building tension had broken.
     He had me shuck off my briefs and had me lay down in the small bed
next to him, facing him.  He told me I could put my hands anywhere I
wanted, and after wondering what it was I really wanted to do, I took him
up on his offer.  I touched his hairy chest, and really got hot thinking
that this was the first other guy I'd ever touched.  I touched his lips.  I
touched his legs.  I don't know how long I spent just touching.  Finally he
grabbed my hand (like I had grabbed his), and he wrapped around his pole. 
He felt as hard as I knew I was, and I just held it in my hand, his hand
holding mine. He started moving his hand up and down, slowly, and then he
said, "So, how does it feel to be jerking off another guy?"
     It felt great, and I told him so.  I'd never held another guy's dick
before, and it was a real turn-on.  Then I felt his hand land on my thigh
and start to work its way up my leg.  He brushed my balls and then I felt
his hand wrap around my rod.  What a fucking feeling!  I was getting jerked
off and I was jerking off by another guy.  It felt so fucking hot!
     At that point, I think I kind of lost control.  I started jerking him
faster and faster, and he was matching me stroke for stroke.  I felt the
cum building up, only this time I didn't want it to stop.  And when he
leaned over slightly and kissed me, I returned it, and as soon as what I'd
done sunk in, I started to blow my load.  I scrunched my face up next to
his, and the feel of the stubble on his cheek and chin was just too fucking
much.  I shot my balls dry, all over the two of us, and then he said, "I
can't hold it!" and he creamed too.
     I felt kind of funny after that, but I think Todd knew just what to
do.  He talked to me, and I talked back, and we spent the rest of the night
just talking.  We finally both fell asleep, and when I woke up I thought
maybe it was all some far-out dream - until I realized I was in his bed
next to him, naked.  We did more than talk the rest of that weekend, and
I've never regretted any of it.