Date: Sat, 15 Jun 2013 09:35:59 -0500
From: Martin Heidegger <mheidegger@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Queer Road, "Roommate"

			      The Queer Road


DISCLAIMER: These are a series of fictional stories about teenaged boys and
young men confused over their sexuality.  There are graphic descriptions of
sexual activity, most of it homosexual.  If you aren't authorized to view
such material, stop now.  Author retains copyright.


				Roommate

	I walked quickly across the main campus in a light rain, huddled in
my jacket as the wind picked up, sprinting the last hundred yards to the
fraternity house as the rain got heavier.  I scrapped the leaves I'd
tracked from the ancient oaks on the quadrangle and shook the rain off my
jacket in the vestibule, nodded to a couple of fraternity brothers working
on a French lesson in the formal living room, and climbed the stairs to my
room.
	"Find that reference?"  Clyde asked as I threw my books onto the
bed and hung my jacket in the closet.
	"Finally.  Prof Jones is a prick for making us do a paper on
something as obscure as post Marxist social policy."
	"Well, you took the class," he said, shelving the book he was
reading and kicking off his shoes.
	Fraternities in those days were a world of rules; must do's and
must not do's.  We had a house mother downstairs and quiet hours after 8;
no music, loud conversation, or roughhousing.  Nearly everyone went to bed
after ten, and there were no locks on the doors.  It was an old, well built
fraternity house, but you could hear conversations in the hall and in the
bathroom across the hall.  If you cared to listen.
	It was after ten and many of the rooms down the hall were already
dark.  I was tired from intramural basketball practice that afternoon and
then spending four hours in the library working on a philosophy paper.  I
kicked off my shoes and hung up my shirt and pants.  Clyde picked up his
dop kit and went to the bathroom across the hall.  I followed.  We both
took a leak, washed our hands and began to brush our teeth.  There was
nobody else there in the three stool, two shower bathroom.
	Clyde finished brushing his teeth, spit into the sink, and washed
out his mouth.  Then he caught my eye in the mirror and licked his lips.
	I nodded.  He stepped to the door and casually stood there while I
fished out my flaccid dick and washed it in the sink.  I dried it off and
stuffed it back into my boxers.  We both walked out into the hall.
	"It's too damn cold for another kegger out at the lake tomorrow
night, why don't we just take the girls over to that pizza place?"
	"The kegger's on the house," I said as we returned to our room and
closed the door.  I pulled the ladder back wooden chair from Clyde's desk
and set it in front of the door.  If someone came in, which didn't happen
often as it was ungentlemanly to burst in on a brother without knocking,
they'd knock that chair over and give Clyde some time to jump back into his
own bed.
	Clyde turned out the light and dropped his shorts.  I did the same,
fondling my dick in the shaft of light from the corner streetlight.  I lay
on my bed and stroked it.  Clyde lay on his, watching.  I scooted up a
little to keep my hardening dick in the shaft of light.  Five minutes
passed without a sound.
	I felt it coming and motioned to Clyde.  Like a mist his form slid
silently across the room to the side of my bed.  I was close.  He knelt,
inches from my cock, pumping his own dick and he waited.  I took it all in;
the naked roommate eagerly poised like a heron over a frog, his long thin
penis stiff and near climax as he rubbed it just fast enough to keep it on
the brink.  I put my hand on his shoulder and he swooped down and took my
cock.  I pushed his head down and lodged in his throat and the torrent let
loose.  He bobbed his head a couple of long cycles while I tensed in a
climax spasm.  It was exquisite.  I didn't need to hold Clyde's head down
to keep him on my cock until I was through.  He loved it.  He went down to
the root and tried to swallow my dick as my sperm spurted into his throat.
When I was done and my dick started to deflate, Clyde squeezed the last of
the sperm out with his lips.  He raised up and grabbed his T-shirt to cover
his dick while he masturbated.  The spasm hit him in seconds and his head
jerked toward his chest as he caught his semen in the shirt.
	We didn't make a sound.