i was living in gay paradise - my 6 years in dormitory

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I want to start a series of short stories from my many years in a dormitory. I stayed there for a long time. I had my fun, and when i talk to my gay friends, they envy my wild experiences. We were all "straight", but some of us were already a bit bicurious, leading to some FREAKY situations

For sake of anonimity i will be changing some of it, especially that it really is weird at some points . Goal is for it to be 50% accurate, 25% true but changed a bit, and 25% fiction. I will try not to artificially embelish any of hot interactions, just so u know it actually happened, but i will change how he ended up in this situations, since i don't want to get caught spreading real stories someone could recognize.

Tell me if u would like to read about some of those stories.

 

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YEAR ONE: ARRIVING AT THE DORMITORY

I'm Mike, a 19 year old, couple months shy from 20 and i am starting college.

I live in a Slavic country (not telling which one, but we are in EU) and we get a lot of students from Balkans and from Middle East, some even from Africa. Those are all kinds of people I barely ever met at this point, being raised in a small village. But now I’m in a big city, filled with people from all over the world.

I came to the dormitory unsure how do I check in or who do I talk to. Haven't met anyone else yet, save for an old cleaning lady, some girls in dorm kitchen and one intimidating older student who made fun of a newcommer.

I’m still waiting for them to assign me a room. I only know i will have one roommate. Will I be in a filthy room with some year 4 incel, smelling badly and playing Heroes 3 all day? For now i am just an easy prey for this weird 27yo calling me „fresh blood” and looking at me in a weird, creepy way.

Old cleaning lady appears and calls me. „Hey, new guy come with me”.

I followed her upstairs. Building was old, dating back to 1930s but kept well. That is, until I climbed the stairs to dorm part. Looked dirty and unkept, restrooms were safety hazard, only one shower worked, and door jammed once old lady tried to open it. I was ready to see the room i will be sentenced to for 3 years.

To my surprise it was actually clean. Save for a bunk bed, old desks and one shelf, everything was empty.

„Your roommate is still on his way from the airport, he should be here in less than an hour”.

Great! I was here first, that means im setting the rules. I quickly moved furniture so i get to have my corner for myself. Not much privacy, but still better than having someone looking at your screen any time they want.

A bit over an hour later, i hear footsteps in the hallway. My new roommate is coming. Doors open, old lady gives him keys and leaves us alone. He looks at me, waiting awkwardly.

Problem is, i can’t speak. He is a cute blonde boy, clearly my age (as it turned out, he was actually 18). Not a model type, not a gymbro. Just nice soft face features, big dark eyes and slim body. He looks at me and gives me an adorable smile.

„I’m Jim, nice to meet you”.

„M-mike, pleasure is mine, do… do you like it here”

„I dunno i just arrived, bro”

He put his bag on the desk and took his jacket off. I tried my best not to stare. There was something strange about this one. His aura was magnetic. He smiled again and said:

„It’s my fist time here, but im glad you speak English, it’s a shame i don’t speak your language, but i hope to learn it soon”.

„The scary lady said you came here straight from the airport, where are you from?”, I asked.

„Bismarck, North Dakota, it’s at the top of...”

“Yeah I know where Dakotas are”, I interrupted.

“Yeah It’s scary how you guys know everything about us, while I wasn’t aware of this country like, last year. But I love Europe and I came here to lean shit, you know?”

I was more relaxed by now, sitting in my chair, unpacking my bags. Trying to make small talk I said:

“Oh really, nice to meet an American like… like that.”

“Like what?”, he asked.

“You know, Internet stereotype is, fat stupid Yankee”, I joked.

“Yeah I was in a Republican family and decided I need to travel and see the world, experience something new, cross my boundaries, meet some people different from that fat stupid Yankees”

Maybe I offended him? Just to be sure I used my straightest voice and said:

“No fat stupid Yankee here, you are gorgeous”

“Thanks, you are fine yourself, bro”. He smiled again and I died inside again, then he asked:

“So, who’s on top in bed?”

I froze.

BUNK BED. Yes! Of course he ment bunk bed.

“I prefer to be on top”, I said.

“I bet you are”, he winked at me, clearly amused by my confusion.

I hope didn't blush but i felt like im blushing.

I knew I could use the fact he is as new here as I am. I took my towel and started undressing. As soon as I did he opened some social media and was scrolling through memes. He didn’t look in my direction. I left room only in my boxers on and took a shower. I came back in a towel, hoping I could establish accpetable level of nudity at FULL NUDITY on day one. But lights were down and he was asleep by the time I came back.

I took my towel off and stood there, naked, with a cute boy sleeping on the bottom bed. I climbed my top bed and lied down. Now I was struck with a sudden realisation.

Im scared cause i never liked sleeping with another person in the room. Last time i did, I was as a child, sharing a room with my older brother. I remember having sleeptalking issues but since i was just an innocent kid back then it wasn’t a problem. I talked about schoolwork and videogames". Now I was stressing out, scared of what i could be saying during my sleep. I was after all, 4chan-raised, porn-addicted 19 year old with bicurious tendencies.

Fearing I could get myself exposed on day one, I couldn’t fall asleep.​

 

[RobertHunter30]

I had to chuckle - I was older when I started college and lived in a dorm. I had 3 roommates. One was a bit nerdy and not attractive, one could have been attractive, but he was a slob, and the other was older like myself. His nickname was "Red" because he was one hot red haired man. He was the nicest guy too. I remember that first night too... it felt almost surreal that I was sharing a room with 3 total strangers.

 

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I had to chuckle - I was older when I started college and lived in a dorm. I had 3 roommates. One was a bit nerdy and not attractive, one could have been attractive, but he was a slob, and the other was older like myself. His nickname was "Red" because he was one hot red haired man. He was the nicest guy too. I remember that first night too... it felt almost surreal that I was sharing a room with 3 total strangers.

Yeah thats why dorm is always a strange place - you put together people who are technically adult but REALLY immature.

 

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JERKING OFF WITH A ROOMMATE ON SHARED BUNK BED

I barely slept. It was one of those nights, when you think u were awake all night, but still you remember having dreams. That was also my first night away from home. Unfamiliar celling, smell of freshly washed, old pillow, bags still unpacked, laying all over the place. I was just a 19yo college freshman, sharing a bunk bed with my hot 18yo roommate.

I remembered the moment he took his jacket off and how his body was moving under the t-shirt. Jim was a peculiar kind of attractive. His body seemed fit, but he was no gym rat. I noticed his very pronounced collar bone and skinny waist, but not much more. Still, that was enough to make my cock twitch. I was trying not to think about it, scared of what dreams, and sleeptalking I can make myself have, but after what seemed hours, I fell into deep slumber.

(some time later)

I opened my eyes to see dim light of October morning. Since I am not used to sleeping with a person in the room, bed movement was enough to wake me up. Our bunk bed had thin iron frame, that transferred weight and movement very easily. I felt how Jim sat on his bed, stretched a bit, and before he stood up, I turned to my side, revealing my bare ass. He had to see it, he didn’t linger too long tho. I was scared to look if he is at least shirtless, like I hoped. Bit I realised, there will still time for that.

He left for his early morning classes, I had to leave pretty soon too.

My first real day at Uni was nothing special – I met some people, talked to seniors a bit, joined my year’s groupchat and settled in dorm kitchen. Since I’m very tall, I took wide shelf on top, put all of sixteen jars of homemade stuff my mom gave me. Stews, meatballs, pickled wegetables, homemade jams and real honey from our beekeeping neighbour. I was heating up some stew when I saw Jim walking into the kitchen. He was glad to see me.

“Hey man” he smiled with this cute grin “how u been”.

“Im still settling in” I responded.

“So, do you know how things work around here?” he asked “Is there like a student diner or something”.

“No, but kitchen is here, we can make food ourselves”.

He paused. “You made it yourself? Damn bro that smells delicious”.

“No, im just heating it up” I grined “my mom made it”.

“Yeah I bet all people cook here is ramen anyway” he laughed.

“Not really” I opposed ”I can cook actually, my mom taught me how”.

“Weird flex but okay” he said “Imma try to order some food, im starving”.

“We can share this” I said, taking hot stew off the stove.

“Nah man you mom made it for you” he said.

“BRO” I said opening the shelf with sixteen jars of food.

He laughed and I took two bowls, not even asking him if he wants wny. Smell of freshly heated stew convinced him. I thought us eating together could be a bonding moment but he was consumed by this stew, maybe more than stew was consumed by him.

“Fucking hell, this is so good” he said with his mouth full “this is like some gourment shit, is your mom a chef?”.

“Not really, she’s just a regular village mom” I said proudly “and she taught me how to make it”.

“Then I’m so lucky I got to live with you man, you gotta teach me how to make it”.

Some people I met today stopped by at the kitchen, so I made some small talk. As I introduced Jim, all of them switched to their broken English. People from all over Europe and Middle East were here, but Jim was the first American in our dorm. Speaking English well, I became sort of his interpreter. In particular, his presence drew a lot of cute girls and I got to talk to them thanks to my own hot American boy.

There was just something about him. His face had nice, soft features, round shape and beautiful eyes. If I met Jim on a street, I wouldn’t think much of him – just another good looking boy. Yet during normal day-to-day activities, even regular conversation, his charm was overwhelming. Clearly, I wasn’t the only one thinking that.

Disarming. That’s what it felt like. I was defenceless.

When we came back to our room, we started commenting on girls we talked to. I was a bit bicurious but at a time I have never been with a man. By 19 I touched a girl’s boobs once and I kissed couple of them. Jim confessed he was a virgin too. I would gladly deflower him. Or have him take my virginity. For now, we just talked about girls awful lot.

“Say, Jim” I asked “was I talking in my sleep last night”.

“Oh boy you were!” he said.

I froze. “What I said”.

“How should I know? Whatever u speaking in your sleep it’s not English” he remarked “All I know It sounded like a dark slavic spells from Witcher”.

I was so relieved. He couldn’t understand.

“Any spells you wanna try on me?” he asked.

“YES” I stood up, took a pen and waving it like a wand, I casted “Expecto Erectium” pointing at his crotch.

She started shaking, unzipped his fly, shoved right hand inside his underwear and put a tent with his finger shouting “it’s working, I’m getting hard aaaah”.

We both busted with laughter.

Since we got so comfortable, I figured I can take off my pants and t-shirt. He didn’t flinch when I stood there only in my underwear. Maybe he really was straight. Soon he took his pants off too, but kept his t-shirt. Only adjusting his underwear, while mine was bulging from excitement.

Before he went to sleep and had a chance of avoiding my gaze, I took my underwear off, as if it’s not a big deal and my penis was hanging there, exposed. I saw him looking at it but he quickly turned away. I hopped into the bed and waited for him to change before sleeping.

He didn’t.

He just went straight to bed, not even blessing me with a shirtless view of his body.

When it got dark, I started thinking of his little “tent” he made earlier. I really wanted to see him naked, or at least shirtless. My dick got a bit hard. I knew he wasn’t looking at my bulge or my body, but I really wished he did.

I started touching myself.

I imagined him cathing a glimpse of my chest, looking at my underwear, unsure of what he feels. I imagined him looking at me and slowly taking his underwear off, revealing his…

I was jerking off by now.

The he moved slightly, and I felt that on our bed. I realised I have to be very careful not to give myself away. I went slowly, lifted my hips up, trying to generate as little vibrations as I can. Now, my hand was just jerking it fast but only at the top, and trying not to produce any sounds. I even exhaled silently as I got more exited, imagining my roommate naked and touching himself in front of me. The fact he was about a meter below me, in the same bed, made me even harder.

Then I heard “Dude, what are you doing up there?”

I froze in horror.

“I… I have this thing when…” I started expleining myself “when... I move…. my legs…. a lot in my sleep…”.

“Dude. I feel your every move” he called me out “You are jerking off”.

I froze again, feeling shame, crushing me.

“It’s okay I guess, just get it over with“.

What? Is he ALLOWING me to jerk off in same bunk bed? No words, I just kept going, not concealing the sound and movement anymore, just goin at it, knowing he knows and feels my movement down there. I felt pressured to finish but I’m not that fast. Then he interrupted again.

“Dude it’s crazy I can feel how you move and I think I can tell length of your dick”

I came. I shot all over myself, both shocked and creeped out. My cum was on my stomach and my chest, dripping down my hand. Only now I realised I was breathing very loudly. I left out a soft moan.

“Okay I guess that’s it” he chuckled “Goodnight buddy”.

I was shaking. I fell asleep with my cum all over my body.​

 

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YEAR ONE: SHOWER TIME

We were both freshmen, but we took different courses. I had no classes with Jim on first semester, so I never saw him during the day, we met in dormitory only. I didn’t mind it, we would probably grow sick of each other if we spent all days together. But still, I needed some company. I tried to make new friends but it’s hard for me. I'm not too outgoing whenever im in a group. Also, those people knew each other and I was bound to be “the new guy”. I’m not a shy person, but I tend to be a bit awkward in bigger groups. Not Jim tho – he was the charismatic one, he dominated most spaced, like a true hot American boi naturally would. Girls loved him, guys respected him, meanwhile I was just kind of… there?

In one thing however, Jim was a massive pussy. Showers.

Our dormitory showers were divided into two sections – on one side there was a big, open shower like in a gym. On the other side, a row of closed cabins, with non-see through curtains. Jim would always wear his shirt even if people around were naked. He would enter the cabin in his boxers and t-shirt, close the damn curtain and undress there, emerging back clean and in a fresh t-shirt. Meanwhile me?

I should tell you a bit about my 19yo self.

Despite my insecurities I had one thing going for me. I had an attractive body. Slim, but with visible muscles, nicely sculpted chest and pronounced v-line. My cock was uncut and measuring up to 18cm hard (I refuse to use American measurements, u can calculate it to bald eagles per freedom if u want to). I had very little body hair and I shaved my pubes clean. So even if my face was that of an NPC – attractive enough but not outstanding, I got a confidence boost any time I was naked.

Not Jim tho. He was noticeably uncomfortable with nudity. Was he uncomfortable with me being naked too? Or me jerking off when he was in the room? I didn’t want to confront him about it – if my suspicion was confirmed I would comply. Until he doesn’t express himself I can play dumb. Was it an ethical approach? Certainly not. But I was a horny 19yo.

“Dude you won’t belive” he said once “remember the girl we met yesterday?”

“Maria was her name?” I answered “she was pretty, a solid 7.5 out of 10”.

“Martha” he corrected me “And she’s an easy 8, cmon”

“Dunno not much into dumb blonde cuties” I winked at him, he smiled.

“I don’t, I kept thinking about her and guess what” he kept ranting “it got HARDER and HARDER…”

He paused, looked at me, as if waiting for me to blush.

“… to focus on anything else today”.

WHAT A FUCKING TEASE

That is why I couldn’t tell if he was teasing me or not. Was I reading too much into it? Any time he made a sexual innuendo, he would go silent for a short time, it felt off. Almost as if he was forgetting himself for a moment and then going back to his typical modest self. I think I pushed him too far with the “Expecto Erectium” joke and his subsequent finger-tent in underwear. I saw signs of a bit of shame afterwards. I wonder if he was okay with my little jerk off session and that soft moan. I’d understand if it creeped him out.

He wasn’t looking at me when I was naked.

If not him, others will appreciate my nudity. I figured showers were the place to met people, but since I was the only one this comfortable with my nude body, most guys were awkward. I never suspected people were this self-conscious about their bodies. Not talking about all thick guys, but all those “pretty boys”, scared that people will see their beer bellies they so carefully hide under their clothes. One hottie, a year two student by the name of Danny, even if he was successful with girls, had a weird case of man-boobs. He was slim, but his chest bent in a strange way, and ended with big, soft nipples. I wouldn’t mind seeing more of him tho, he was cute as fuck. By now I only saw his hairy ass, but I can wait. I’m nothing if not patient.

There he was. Jim entered showers as usual – t-shirt, boxers, clean clothes for changing. There was another guy as well. Gorgeous face, great body, perfectly sculpted at gym, tattoes covering his arms and some of his torso. Wearing white briefs and nothing more. He entered showers with Jim and went for seperated cabins. Before Jim could hide behind curtains, guy stripped right beside him, and casuallt threw his boxers. I couln’d see his cock, but his ass was a work of art. And yes, he had some kind tattoo on one of his cheeks.

“Jim” I said “can I borrow your shampoo for a bit”

Jim looked my way but his eyes were fixed on my face. I had shampoo why would I need his? I just needed an excuse to look their way. Hot guy also looked my way and we caught eye contact for a second before he went behind the curtain.

“I just bought this one” I took my shampoo “and it’s kinda weird, I think I might have allergy"

“Sure man” he said tossing me the bottle and closing the curtain.

I started to get a bit hard, not hard enough to make it gay for others. My cock was just a bit swollen. I cleaned myself and approached Jim’s cabin. The other guy didn’t entirely close his curtain, I could see his body movements from a certain angle. Not Jim tho. He PRESSED sides of it to tiles on both sides so water will hold it closely sealed.

“Thanks man, I should buy this kind” I said, touching curtain with the bottle as if to indicate I want him to reach for it “It doesn’t give me itching”

I must applaud myself for quick thinking, that alibi was perfect. One use only tho.

“Okay, just leave it beside the cabin” he said.

Suddenly hot tattooed dude emerged halfway, reaching for his towel. I saw his ass more closely, and caught a split second glimpse of his dick, but he quickly wore a towel over it. He looked at me, smiled slightly, looking up and down my body, clearly noticing my swollen cock and left with no words.

Soon I left too, leaving Jim alone. That night I felt like I should adress... stuff.

When he came back, dressed in a very thin t-shirt on his cute body, I finally asked him.

“Jim, it’s been almost a month” I started “can I ask you something?”

“Sure man”

“Is my… nudity… uncomfortable to you?”

He smiled and chuckled a bit.

“Not at all man” he said “I’m not used to being naked around people but you do your thing, I don’t mind."

"You really mean this?"

"Yeah why wouldn't I" he looked at me and saw my shirtless body, and bulge on my boxers "I'm not gay so for me your body isn't sexual"

"Oh sure" i scoffed "i get it, i'm not gay either"

"So" he said "what seems to be the problem"

I smiled, stood up and took of my boxers off.

He was looking at me. He was looking at my penis, he looked at my chest, my stomach, my v-shape and my cock twitched a bit. He was looking at me a little bit longer than a straight dude would look at other man's dick. As if nothing, I proceed to clean up my desk, still butt naked. He didn’t comment, just opened his laptop and started checking his tomorrow class schedule.

By the time we went to sleep I was super hard. Since i got explicit consent, I started jerking off, knowing full well he feels my moves perfectly, and by frequency of shaking can deduce length of my cock. I wish he could feel it in his mouth as well. Tonight idea of both him and that tattooed guy checking out my naked body was so thrilling I was stroking so hard, I never came so close to BEATING my meat. I kept it silent tho, not to be too obnoxious.

My 18cm cock was leaking precum. I grabbed my chest and pinched my nipple, making me even harder. I imagined Jim’s pretty face, kissing my chest and biting my nipples, as I feel my cock pressed by this chest. I imagined him kissing his way all they way down to my crotch.

But when I pictured his face engulfing my shaft, that was the moment I let out audible moans. First was high pitched and very gay, but later ones softened to moans of pleasure as my cum was shooting all over my twisting body.

I left out a soft "holy.. fuuuck..."

And i drifted to sleep.​