The only real dorm experience I had of any significance had to do with the long-time crush I had on one of the track stars. He had been the roomie of my close friend down the hall in our freshman dorm, and I always loved to catch him changing for practice. He was never shy about showing off that big soft cock of his, whether changing into shorts in the room or standing around waiting for a shower in the group bathroom.
And, because he was the roomie of my best friend, he knew about my (then) secret bisexuality.
One night when my friend's girl visited from another school, the track star took the extra bunk in my single (looong story how I ended up with a single as a freshman--odd-behaving roommate dropped outta school mid-year). So that night we're hitting bed after a dorm party, and this track star starts to talk about sex, about girls he'd fucked etc...Then outta no where he asks me what kinda dicks I like to suck. Shocked, I stumble over some denial, not sure exactly why he's bringing THIS up. Unless he wanted me to suck his huge dick. But scared, young, unsure, I mumbled something about going to sleep and rolled over, hard as a rock. Next morning he was gone. Never discussed it again.
Flash forward to sophomore year: I'm sharing a suite with my best bud, his track star roomie and another guy. I get more looks at Track Star since we have a bathroom in the suite with one shower that we must wait our turn for. He's still not shy about letting anyone get a glimpse of that meaty cut cock.
But one day I got more than I bargained for. I came home early from a class or something. The suite was silent. Track Star's bedroom door was cracked. I thought I heard something in there, so I push the door open, calling his name. And there he is, jerking his HUGE fat cock with one hand with a porno mag in the other. He drops the mag, pulls his knees up to try to hide his erection. But by then I'd seen enough. I mumbled sorry, then shut the door and went down the hall to my room.
We never ever talked about that moment. I still saw him in the mornings, soft, never hard (!), but I did have a semester's worth of jack-offs thinking bout that nice thick dick of his doing things to me it would take many years before I'd actually try!
And, because he was the roomie of my best friend, he knew about my (then) secret bisexuality.
One night when my friend's girl visited from another school, the track star took the extra bunk in my single (looong story how I ended up with a single as a freshman--odd-behaving roommate dropped outta school mid-year). So that night we're hitting bed after a dorm party, and this track star starts to talk about sex, about girls he'd fucked etc...Then outta no where he asks me what kinda dicks I like to suck. Shocked, I stumble over some denial, not sure exactly why he's bringing THIS up. Unless he wanted me to suck his huge dick. But scared, young, unsure, I mumbled something about going to sleep and rolled over, hard as a rock. Next morning he was gone. Never discussed it again.
Flash forward to sophomore year: I'm sharing a suite with my best bud, his track star roomie and another guy. I get more looks at Track Star since we have a bathroom in the suite with one shower that we must wait our turn for. He's still not shy about letting anyone get a glimpse of that meaty cut cock.
But one day I got more than I bargained for. I came home early from a class or something. The suite was silent. Track Star's bedroom door was cracked. I thought I heard something in there, so I push the door open, calling his name. And there he is, jerking his HUGE fat cock with one hand with a porno mag in the other. He drops the mag, pulls his knees up to try to hide his erection. But by then I'd seen enough. I mumbled sorry, then shut the door and went down the hall to my room.
We never ever talked about that moment. I still saw him in the mornings, soft, never hard (!), but I did have a semester's worth of jack-offs thinking bout that nice thick dick of his doing things to me it would take many years before I'd actually try!