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.

 

[2137]

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.​

 

[2137]

YEAR ONE: DRUNK WITH THE BOIS

On Wednesdays I only had two classes, while Jim wasn’t home all day. I loved it – I had entire room for myself until late afternoon. I usually come back from classes, strip naked, jerk off and sniff his used boxers. I alrealy came in his bed, laying in his sheets and today I wore his underwear. I felt my cock bulging and I squized it against the fabric. I climbed into my bed and started gently hump a pillow, squizing my bulging cock into it. Wearing his boxers made it SO MUCH BETTER. I was humping it, feeling my cock touching same spot he gets his erections.

Suddenly, I heard a noise. It was the door lock. I quickly got under my blanket just in time for Jim to walk in, and not see his underwear on me.

“Hello”

“Oh hi” I gasped “you are here early”.

“Yeah they cancelled last class” He glanced at me and asked “is everything alright dude?”.

I just realised I was sweating, probably blushing and in bed at 2 PM.

“Yeah, I feel a bit sick” I lied “I will stay I bed so it doesn’t get worse”.

“You need anything? I can get you something in the store if you wanna stay here”.

What a sweetheart. I felt bad for wearing his underwear. I started slowly sliding boxers off, as he upacked his stuff and wasn't looking.

“No, not really” i said, discreetly taking off boxers and putting them under the pillow “I think I have some cold medication”.

I left the bed in nude, keeping evince of my perversion hidden. He had no problem looking at me now. He wasn’t staring but he wasn’t turning away either.

“I have a question about orientation...” He paused “...meeting here in dormitory”.

I SWEAR HE DOES IT ON PURPOSE!

“Orientation meeting?”.

“Yeah you know, like signing into clubs” he explained “introducing new people to community and all that jazz”.

“There is nothing like that” I laughed “It’s not America, bro”.

“How come” Jim was really confused.

“It’s already November” I explained “Have u experienced hazing? Or did anyone try to recruit you into a fraternity”.

“No, not really” my American boi just experienced cultural shock “You don’t get those here?”.

“No, you figure it out yourself, you gotta make friends and stick together”.

“Have u made any friends” he asked.

“Good point” I agreed “We met biology students and the girl..."

"Martha" Jim added "but we barely see them”.

“Okay bro, I have an idea” I smiled “Let’s meet some people the only proper way”.

“Which is?”.

“You will see” I put some clothes “But first let’s go buy some supplies”.

“Weren’t you cold”.

Shit.

“Dude, you are so hot” I approached him “I felt warmer the moment you walked in, im fine”

We bursted out with laughter, he struck a hot model pose and I couldn’t help myself.

I slapped his ass.

He was a little surprised but said “Honey, staaaph” with cartoony gay expression

We went straight to store, still laughing our asses off. We split inside and met the the cash register. He bought some snacks, like chips, some doritos, dipping sauces, and a big package of pre-made chicken nuggets you only need to heat up in microwave. Prime dormitory food. He saw what I bought. 4 bottles of Budweiser (real Czech one, not American bootleg one), 4 bottles of Carlsberg, 6 Coronas (with obligatory lime), 3 apple Somerby’s, and finally 3 cans of Guiness.

“Should we get vodka too?” I asked.

“NO” he exclaimed, froze for a moment and continued “no… we don’t... need it for now”.

“Okay, we can always buy it later” i added.

We came back to dormitory and entered kitchen. I looked around, found the group of people we met once. Martha, the girl Jim liked, and her friends from biology year one.

“Hi guys” said Jim “anyone wants to crash at our place, we feel like doing something fun tonight”.

“Oh no, why didn’t you ask earlier” Martha lamented “we are going out to a party“.

Jim was visibly disappointed, he was into her and i knew he was unexperienced, trying to make up for it with his natural charming personality.

“But next time, absolutely” she glanced at bags full of beer “but i bet you guys will have a great time”.

Once she and her friends left, we sat down, looking at others. We didn’t know most of those people. NPCs, weirdos, incels, some instagram girls, each a clone of the other. Martha was diffrent. She was effortlessly cool.

Suddenly, I hear a familiar voice. It was Danny, one I see often in the showers.

“I see someone is having fun today” he says, pointing at our bags.

“Yeah actually we want to invite some people over” Jim smiled.

“Which room?”

“213”, seventh floor.

“I know it, It’s very small” he said.

“That’s what she said” – Jim laughed and immediatelly went silent, but this time it came across as him cringing at the joke he just made".

He still does that. People don't notice it but I am his rommate, and a keen observer at that.

“If u guys wanna party tonight” Danny smiled ”come to our place, room 201”.

I was sceptical but before I had a chance to say anything, Jim smiled and said:

“Sure man, Let’s do it”.

“Great, my pals form year two are going to be there”.

“Cool” I was kinda worried.

OKAY SO A LITTLE BIT OF CONTEXT IS NEEDED

Year two students were weird – not a single regular NPC among them. Every year two student was somewhat cursed. Actually, besides Danny and tattooed guy, I only knew three of them, and those were the approachable ones. To sum up year two, you only need two people.

FIRST ONE: Daria was an attractive, 26yo femdom, architecture student. Full make up, high heels, sexy clothes, big tits, aura of a girl that could crush you in watermelon-in-the-thighs lever carnage, while calling you her little pee-pee piss-piss boy. A one who can FUCK YOU UP.

SECOND ONE: Nicky, also called Lil Nicky. Since his country has weird education system, he graduated highschool early, imigrated here, and only turned 18 just before his first year ended. When he came back from summer break, Nicky was already Daria’s slave. He was slim, short and had this boyish smile to him.
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Since 50% of this is true and 25% complete fiction, THIS may or may not be Nicky's actual picture:

ANYWAY

We showed up with a set of cold beers in their room at 8 PM. Only Danny and Nicky were around but I saw two bunk beds, implying 4 residents of the room. Danny said that “rest of the guys will be here soon”.

They had a projector (later I was told they stole it from the college auditorium last year) and we were watching some weird youtube videos from our youth (Llamas with hats, salad fingers, Filthy Frank) and had some beers.

Danny and i talked sometimes, and well, he fucking saw me naked under a shower, so it was easy to establish some kind of connection. He and Jim both had a group of girls following them, so they agreed to communicate which ones they want for themselves and which ones are for the taking. A gentlemen agreement, setting some borders. Danny had to assume Jim has a lot of sex, anyone would. But I knew Jim was a virgin and Danny definitely wasn’t. We all knew Nicky wasn't a virgin, and we all knew he was Darias bottom. He rarely talked, just laughed any time Jim said something funny, he was living with three older guys, being technically on the same education level. He was very bright, but had no idea just how cute he was. I would bet he has no body hair, except for big bush of never shaved pubes. And i couldn't help myself imagining him with Daria, i imagined him naked, being her little bitch. Well, most guys would be a little bitch for her attention so nobody was picking on Nicky for that. We all knew at her glace, all of us would wear a dog collar.

It was actually fun to talk to people you only see in hallway, or in a restroom, or a shower. And as we drank, we were more and more comfortable. Alcohol was our best ally. Jim had one Somerby, I was on my third Budweiser and both Danny and Nicky had two coronas each. A good start for the evening.

Suddenly, doors opened. Two guys came in. I couldn’t be happier. Tattooed guy from before and one guy I saw, but couldn’t recall his name.

“What’s up bois, im Arthur” tattooed guy said, knowing he really is hottest one in the room.

“Hi I’m Fred” another guy showed up “BEER. NOW.”

We had a lot of fun, mostly talking about some YouTube drama, they asked Jim about America a lot, they gave us some tips how not to get insane during exam sessions, they even rated restroom from least to most disguistig. Any time one of them farted, the rest would rate the fart from 1 to 10. They turned out be actually be pretty cool.

By the time I drank my fifth beer, Jim was finishing his second. We had a blast, all six of us. I had pretty good tolerance for alcohol but started feeling the effects. I can’t say the same about Jim tho, already tipsy after second beer. Both Danny and Arthur were more experienced than I, even small Nicky was holding up. But Fred – he drank his sixth beer before I opened mine, even though they came late. He picked up crazy pace and started downing one bottle after the other.

Jim was noticeably conscious that alcohol is having an effect on him, that’s my why he was drinking slowly. Fred had no such issues – Fred just wanted to get drunk.

When Danny opened whisky, things went only downhill. First shot – Jim started laughing. Second shot, he left, and came back in less clothing. My drunk American boi felt too warm and changed into a tshirt and gym shorts. I was wondering if he wore underwear.

Nicky was leaning next to Arthur and I caught him staring at Jim. Was it attraction or was I reading too much into it? My suspicion grew when Nicky started massaging Arthur, kneeling behind him. He leaned on his older friends back with his hips, while grabbing tense shoulders and making Arthur groan.

Focus shifted to his tattoos – he was a massive show off and loved Nicky’s little hands massaging him. Danny took another shot and send Arthur an air kiss, but Nicky slid his arms to his friends chest and touched it in a very sensual way.

“Back off sir, this one is mine” he exclaimed.

I looked at Jim. He was unlike himself. Unsure and alarmed. Drinking with people with higher alcohol tolerance was intimidating, he clearly never drank much before and only now experienced how drunk boys act. I never thought about that. Here in slavic countries, boys tend to start drinking early, the culture allows it, even expects it and parent usually turn blind eye on it.

Jim was a good American boi and his peers in US are still under the drinking age of 21, and here he is, with couple of slavic guys, getting a bit freaky after downing many beers. I could be intimidating.

Soon Arthur took off his t-shirt, cuz of course he did. Started showing his tattooes – a lion on his right shoulder, some weirld symbols on the left. His ex-girlfriend’s initials in a rose tattoo, and some small stuff here and there. Knowing he has one on buttcheek, I asked:

“Your most intimate tattoo, where is it”

Arthur stood up.

He slid his pants down. My cock twitched. I saw a big bulge, clearly Nicky’s massage was making him horny. For some reason he turned to Jim, as he smiled and slowly slid his boxers down. His most intimate tattoo wasn’t the buttcheek one. It was his inner thigh. A little spider tattoo, right next to his cock. HIS HUGE SWOLLEN, TWITCHING COCK. On his right leg, on the level of his balls, there it was, a little spider. I looked at Jim, he was blushing.

Following picture is not Arthur, it’s some guy I met once on the Internet BUT vibe is exactly the same as him. Red circle shows where the tattoo was. This info is crucial to understand the next part of the story.

Arthur was standing there, his cock out, all of us trying to focus on a story behind his the little spider tattoo and failing miserably. Danny pointed his finger to spider, and moved his hand towards it. He touched the spider with his index finger causing swollen cock to twitch a bit. Then he flicked Arthurs cock with his finger, causing it to bounce around and he bursted with laughter.

I took my eyes off it for a second to look at Jim. That’s when I realised, that he was hard as fuck, and not wearing his underwear. Nobody noticed it as well, probably even himself, since everyone was focused on Arthur. Then, instead of putting his boxers on, Arthur took all of his clothes, and with no shame, still a bit swollen, sat back down. I was drunk enough to strip a bit myself. I took my shirt off, saying I’m getting too hot. Jim was now sitting legs crossed, conscious of his hard-on.

“Yeah it’s normal temperature here" Fred said, barely able to sit down straight "it’s you who is hot”.

I took my opportunity. I stood up and flexxed my skinny but nicely sculpted body around. I approached Fred and gripped his hair saying “you’re not so bad yourself, prettyboy”.

We didn’t go further. Even drunk I know limits of straight guys, and those were far behind us. Soon Nicky joined us, stripping to his boxers. I was almost right. His only body hair were armpits and a only a couple of dark hair in the middle of his flat, soft chest.

Fred was out, drunk sleeping on his bed. That’s when Danny had an awful idea. But since everyone was drunk, i don't blame them.

“Does anyone have a condom?”

Arthur stood up, his cock bouncing in front of my eyes. As he started searching for a condom, Danny approached Fred. He wasn’t as cute as others, with a face of an NPC, with just enough body fat to still consider him average build. I do have a group picture when he was wearing unzipped hoodie, but since it's a close-up, it's not a very good quality.

Danny took his friend's boxers off, still laughing. By this time Arthur opened a condom, and played around with it a bit, so it looks like it was used. Next, they poured some white hair contitioner inside, and casually put it next to unconscious Fred.

This whole time, Arthur was naked, Nicky was in his boxers, I was shirtless and JIM WAS HARD.

We wrapped it up soon, as 4AM approached. I could only be sorry for Fred waking up and seeing fake cum in the condom. As i said before, those year two guys were FREAKY.

We went straight to our room, and I knew I had this was my time. Jim was both drunk and aroused by experiences with men. What could be a better moment? I immediately took off pants and boxers, showing off my swollen hard-on and i stood in front of him, touching my cock.

Jim didn’t take his clothes off. He went straight to a fucking bed.

THIS LITTLE BITCH

Feeling so horny I had to let out all this sexual tension. I sat down at my computer and opened some porn. I was jerking off in full light now, with Jim seeing me and hearing both my loud fapping noises and moaning of porn actors. Being so deep in the closet then, I got off to straight porn, while exiting part was the fact there is a guy watching me.

He did nothing though. I knew he was awake to see it, but soon he drifted into a drunk slumber as I finished and came all over my body.

I had a great day, but levels of frustration with Jim approached new heights.​

 

[2137]

Scary part is, i don't need to embelish too much cuz most of it happened, just not in one evening, but across multiple drinking nights. So main thing is, i need to put all matching stories into one episode.

Needless to say, every level of intimate contact i write about did take place, but here it seems like things are going fast.

Reality isn't that fast, people are not that easy to turn gay.
Reality was edging me for 6 years

 

[2137]

YEAR ONE: ROMANCE AND BROMANCE

Jim didn’t address drinking night in quite some time, nothing between us changed tho. He was his usual, outgoing self, he was still hiding any nudity and I was still my exhibitionist self. I learned to respect it, since he respected me.

We hanged out with year two guys a lot, sharing meals and beers. Since women weren’t allowed in men’s dormitory, we were meting with girls it the kitchen at night. There was nobody there, save for occasional tired student reheating food at 3AM.

One of those nights, around 1AM, we met Martha there, so me and Jim decided to chill together with her. This was right after someone’s birthday party. We played with baloons a bit, ate leftover snacks, I made myself a wig out of plastic ribbons. We fooled around a bit, yet I saw Jim trying tone it down and to be closer to Martha. I knew, the only way not to be a third wheel is to be a wingman for my bro. He sat down on a couch next to her and kept being his charming self. That’s all he needed to get a girl. I left them a alone and went to the fridge. I could swear I had some whipped creme in there. Here it was!

I took the bottle and came back to my love doves, sat across the table and squirted creme into my mouth. Immediately they wanted some too and of course Jim got himself dirty with the white stuff. Sadly, not that kind of white stuff, but i told myself that we will get there. She told him he had creme all over his mouth and he kept asking where and jokingly pointing in wrong spots. So of course she took a napkin and started cleaning him up. Jim didn’t waste a minute and dipped his finger into some creme.

“You have something on your mouth too” he said as he reached with a crème to her, touching just next to her lips.

“Here”.

She laughed, and then Jim reached again and scooped creme off her face and licked it off his finger. She probably thought it was a romantic movie scene, as I was congratulating myself on quick thinking again.

“I have to go, it’s late” she said, but smiled to Jim and to me “see you around, boys”.

As she left, Jim put a hand on my shoulder and straight-hugged me, patting my chest and thanking for the assist. That was the straightest we even been.

We started cooking, or rather he helped me as I was cooking. He wanted to learn how to do stuff around the kitchen, cause – as he put it – “a man who can cook is the hottest thing ever”. When I asked if cooking makes me hot, of course relplied with “sure man you are gorgeous”, also in a straight way. I knew he never ment it in a sexual way – if he did he would be awkward about it later.

We came up with an ambitious plan to make our own burgers, including baking homemade buns, so we needed to make dough now, for it to rest in the fridge. That way we can bake it tomorrow in the afternoon. Whatever he was doing to that dough was an affront to the craft baking tho.

“You are killing it” I cried “And not it a good way, you are butchering it, dude”

“C’mon, that’s my first time”

I took some flour in my hands and approached Jim from behind, taking his hands and guiding them into the dough. My chest was touching his back and my crotch was on one his buttcheeks. My cock was growing and I had no underwear, only gym shorts. I knew I should't get hard now. He was focused on that dough and I taughed him to work it in a flash. By now he was doing it himself, and my hands were rested on the counter but I didn’t back off, nor he wanted me to. I stopped thinking with my dick for a second. Whatever this was, it wasn’t sexual. I moved my face towards his shoulder. I saw he was breathing heavy. As he asked me if he is doing a good job I applauded him, instructing further. I wanted to rest my chin on his shoulder but decided against it. Then he turned to me, our faces were so close we could kiss right there. He just smiled and very lightly touched my head with his. That was a signal for me, and I rested my chin on his shoulder. I was still instructing him and did nothing horny, sharing instead this sweet moment of male closeness.

We heard loud steps in the hallway so we quickly backed off, so we won’t be caught. But on what? We didn’t really know, it was confusing. If we weren’t doing anything gay, why would we be startled this much?

This place was a highway tonight. It was Nicky and Daria, or should I say Daria and her slave boy. He was carrying her architecture assignments, a big black case, his laptop bag, her laptop bag, her groceries and all she carried was a small purse and her phone. God damn, she was gorgeous. Her endless-abyss-black hair and pale skin contrasted enough to make her look like a doll. She wore tight black pants and very loose, satin purple shirt, tucked in, flowing freely around her upper body. Shirt folding between buttons, barely shows parts of her stomach and clearly erotic bra. She doesn’t reveal most of her boobs tho. She teases you a little, and forces to wonder what is underneath. Her make up was bold, but not whore-like. Black lips and purple eye shadow. She was a true dom-mommy.

She stopped, clearly confused why there are people making dough at 2AM. She looked amused, as she smiled at us and gave Nicky a hand command to unpack her groceries.

“Hi guys” Nicky was blushing, knowing two of us understandably drool seeing his girlfriend.

“Are those your little friends” she said, looking at us, as Nicky nodded.

Suddenly Jim said something I never expected.

“Hey, not little” he objected and pointed at me “this one is actually pretty big”.

I busted out with laughter. Daria was cracking too, but composed herself, and smiling seductively, approached me and looked straight into my eyes.

“Your friend seems to enjoy you size” she grinned.

“Of course I do” he said proudly “a true man can appreciate another man’s beauty, there is nothing straighter than that”

At this point we were only 25% scared, but 50% amused and 25% aroused. Nicky finished unpacking her groceries, and now was looking at us, smiling wide.

“You are a bold one” Daria stood very closely to Jim, as he backed off, pushed to the kitchen counter. She moved towards him, making him actually sit on it. A scared 18yo boy, sitting on a counter, intimidated by a dominating woman. She punts her hands on both sides of sitting Jim and stares him in the eyes. Then she reaches to the dough we just made and smacks it on the counter.

“I don’t want to get in the way” she said “keep going”.

Jim started working the dough, as Daria leaned on the counter. From his perspective, her shirt revealed her breasts a lot. Trying not to look at those massive tits, Jim worked the dough, squishing it and flattening, then squishing again. Finally he said “here you go, all done”.

Daria smiled, looked at Nicky.

“I like this one, he seems fun” looked at me “and I bet this one is big”.

She gently touched Nicky’s face, gave him a sweet kiss, touched his cheek and wished him sweet dreams and to “not to play with boys”.

She left, and all three of us started laughing our asses off. Nicky was embarrassed but clearly felt good about being the only one in the room who slept with her. Ego boost had to be massive. I took some baloons and placed them under my tshirt, imitating boobs. I started walking around the kitchen in sexy way as guys were dying laughing.

Nicky asked if we want to hang out but Jim was sleepy and went straight to our room, I knew he was probably about to jerk off, and by now I learned to respect his personal space. I helped Nicky carry all the bags to their room.

Arthur was in the room, and started laughing the minute he saw me with baloon tits and Nicky right behind me. He was acting weird though. He was sitting alone in his boxers, with no music, no phone, no book, in barely lit room.

“I thought you brought Daria with you, dude” he laughed, but there was something weird in his voice.

“You alright man” I asked “where are they guys?”

“Away for weekend, and yeah it’s fine, just pills”

“Pills” I worried.

“Fun pills” he was twitching a bit “so what’s all this, are you his new mommy?”

I grabbed Nicky by his back and brought closer to me.

“Yeah he does have a type” I joked as Nicky leaned against me and started to play with baloon boobies.

For some reason it was the funniest thing Arthur saw judging by his laughter. Nicky was leaning on me more than I thought he would. Basically pressing his body against me. He had no idea I was getting harder. And since I only had my gym shorts on, my bulge will be very visible soon.

“You should see what she did to Jim downstairs” i said.

I sat Nicky up on a desk and leaned towards him, ballons cartoonishly pushing against him as we lean and get very close very quickly. My cock twitched as Nicky wrapped his legs on my hips. My croch was pressing against his, so could he feel it? We were maybe 2 meters away from Arthur and clenched together on his desk.

“And then she totally fucked him on the counter” Arthur added.

Nicky needed no encouragemend – he laid on the desk, as I grabbed his legs, lifted his ass and started pressing my hard bulge into his jeans. He had to feel it now. He moaned softly but since he was curled that way, I couldn’t see if he was getting hard. For now I was just pressing my hard bulge into another guy’s pants. We did it longer than it took for a joke to land though. Arthur wasn’t laughing anymore. He was touching himself through the boxers. Seeing this, Nicky blushed and started twisting his body in sexy way. Arthur was under influence of some kind of “funny pills” but me and Nicky – we were sober, just really horny.

This is a picture some guy sent me in DMs - reminds me very much of Nicky.

I pressed my rock hard bulge into his pants. And I looked him straight in the eyes. Artur reached inside his underwear as I slid my hands under Nicky’s thirt and as I moved it across his chest, shirt revealed more of his soft, cute body. I played with his nipples, felt that little batch of soft hair on his chest.

“And then they switched” Arthur had his hard cock out, stroking it volently.

I let Nicky go and he saw my gym shorts, tented in exitement. He also had a hard bulge. Looking at Arthur, Nicky approached me, as I lay on the desk. Nicky touched baloons and pressed his bulge against my ass. Since I only got shorts on, he could see clearly an 18cm cock begging to be sucked. Arthur lokked at Nicky touching me through the fabric and picked up faster pace. Nicky groped balloons, then my waist, then he lifted my shirt a bit. He kissed my stomach and I left out a loud moan. Arthur moaned too after hearing it.

Nicky started kissing my stomach and making his way lower towards my shorts. My cock was twitching inside violently. We looked at Arthur, jerking off his hot cock as he started cumming all over his tank top, his legs shaking and his muscles moving in grand display of men’s beauty. He layed there naked, breahing heavy.

just so you know, THIS is my cock:

I looked into Nicky’s eyes “And then he sucked her cock” I said, finishing the story.

Nicky pressed his lips to my shorts and kissed twitching cock, leaking with precum. He took it through the fabric and stroked as I moaned. I was close to cumming why isn’t he sucking?

Nicky had a brief moment of clarity. He was stroking my cock through the fabric and wouldn’t stop. “Sorry bro, I would like to, but…”

I came inside my shorts. Huge wet stain on the fabric was growing with each shot, as Nicky finished his job.

To this day I have no idea if that was my first time or not.

But Nicky wasn't up for it that night.​

 

[LittleBlade]

Can I ask when this is taking place : '80s, '90s... ?
Your cock is incredible, by the way!

 

[2137]

Can I ask when this is taking place : '80s, '90s... ?
Your cock is incredible, by the way!

2010's im young
and thank you, i actually found my dick pic from dormitory years

 

[culotti]

When will we get the rest? I'm really getting into your story, besides it being very exciting.

 

[2137]

When will we get the rest? I'm really getting into your story, besides it being very exciting.

Thanks, next parts coming soon

 

[LittleBlade]

2010's im young
and thank you, i actually found my dick pic from dormitory years

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Wow, your cock is majestic! You should post many, many more pics!

 

[josh271]

Okay I need more

 

[2137]

YEAR ONE: JIM’S SECRET

As Christmas approached, I felt bad for Jim. Most of us lived in the same, or neighbouring countries so all of us went back home for holidays. Dormitory had Christmas Eve supper organised by black community and one by latino community, but Jim had no plans of joining those – he felt he wouldn’t be welcome as one American stray. I knew I couldn’t invite him over to my place and it wouldn’t be okay for me to ask anyone to invite him to his place. So basically Jim was stuck in dormitory for last week of December, with most guys, including me, coming back just before New Years Eve.

We were growing closer, but we were both 10000000% straight, so any moment of physical closeness was a minefield of “what if I do something too gay and he calls me out”. I couldn’t help myself to think we were both in this stalemate. Still, he was definitely attracted to Martha and he was hanging out with her more and more.

Nicky never told Daria what happened that faithful night and I think Arthur could be gaslighted into believing it was all a hallucination. We never spoke about it since, but Nicky changed his favourite shower and now I sometimes see him on our floor, proudly showing off his cute hard-on and smiling my way. One time Danny slapped his naked ass so I joined in and gave him couple of spanks myself. He loved it. Nevertheless, we acted as if weird humping evening never happened and didn’t do much beyond fooling around in showers.

We all grew closer emotionally and crossed each other's physical boundaries.

When I was leaving for holidays, and Jim reached for a hug. It was suppose to be a straight one, with shoulder pat and a firm grip, but I felt his warm face on my neck, as if he was cuddling. Reading this as an invitation, I too leaned closer, caressing his neck with my nose and lips. NO KISSING THO THAT WOULD BE GAY and we were anything but gay.

I could go into details, about Christmas, but why?.

My mom asking me if I met a nice girl already, father killing a live carp for Christmas Eve making huge mess, all my aunts and uncles arguing over politics, little cousins being an annoyance, grandma hating on anything young people do, even if it’s breathing or existing, really. And my cousin, Sally the Bitch. Only her, a bottle of wine, and a week of shittalking our family kept me sane through the whole ordeal. I’m not into my cousin, but I have to acknowledge she is HOT. At 23, she was already doing her masters in Law. We were close but I never trusted her about intimate info on me, so I never told her about Jim or guys in the dormitory, also she never asked. She noted I changed and matured a bit, but I shrugged it off as a “finally living a big city life” and it was enough. But I really wanted to come back. So when opportunity presented itself, I got a ride from one of the uncles back to the city".

Christmas was snowless, but on 28th heavy, thick snow started falling, freezing city transport. Jim didn’t expect me, for I was suppose to be here on 30th, yet here I was, a day before. Afternoon was calm and not many people were in the dormitory so had to I sneak through the hallway not to cause much noise. Ready to say “surprise” I opened the room.

He was jerking off.

As soon as I opened the doors, Jim hid his dick under his t-shirt, close his legs and rolled his chair closer to desk so. I couldn’t even see his cock.

(Piture sent to me DMs, but yeah, t-shirt and jerking off)

“Duuude” he grunted, almost moaning “you are early!”.

I started laughing uncontrollably, went in, closed the door and smiled.

“Don’t worry you know we don’t have problem with it in this room”.

He was red. I could see his butt, but he covered everything else with his t-shirt. As I was passing by him I ruffled his hair. Stressed out and ashamed, Jim was still procesing what happened. He stood up, aware of my side eye glances and retreated to his bed, still holding shirt over his dick, took underwear and wore it.

A shame, but understanable. To break the tension, I asked:

“Who’s back from holidays?”.

“Fred is here, also Nicky, but he sleeps at Daria’s tonight” he smiled “Arthur said he’s gonna be here by the evening, Danny is coming back tommorow” he paused “a new guy just moved in, to next room”.

“Oh really” I said, unpacking my stuff “is he cool”.

“Yeah I talked to him, he’s from Mozambique” he smiled “I met black dudes on daily basis back in US but he is African black, not American black”.

“What does it mean?” I asked.

“Accent, attitude, and…” he paused “his body is like an athlete level body”.

Wow, Jim checking out male body, that’s new.

“Anyway, he’s cool” he continued “yesterday was the first time he saw snow in real life, he was playing with it outside, told him how to make snowballs, he had a blast”.

That’s it! I knew what we had to do. Afternoon was turning into early winter evening. I grabbed my coat and smiled.

“Let’s have a snowball fight”.

“Oh I’m gonna beat your ass” he said.

Not too long after, we had a great fight on a snowy evening, with low visibility and fresh snow, covering everything. At some point Jim tripped and I used an occasion to switch my position. He was sneaking on me, thinking im behind bushes, while I flanked his left, hiding behind garages. As soon and I had a nice angle, I launched with a series of rapid fire, but he was faster, ducking last moment. He was in plain sight so I had a chance to spam him with snowballs. He attempted a video-game style flip but snow was too slippery. He did catch fistfull of snow in both hands, quickly forming two small snowballs, hitting my chest. I wasn’t having that. We were now close, now not quality of snowballs mattered, but how fast we can make them. At some point it devolved into just throwing a lot of snow into each other’s faces. I took a handfull and lauched at Jim as he fell on the ground. Now I was laying on him, trying to smack his face with snow, as he held his own. Fight devolved into wrestling in the snow, our red and happy faces being so close we could kiss. At some point he rolled me over into a thick layer of snow, layed on me, crotch to crotch, and holding my hands pinned to the ground, as we stopped for a moment, panting. If he kissed me now, I thought, I would remember this day as a day I fell in love.

"I missed you man" he said, blessing me with his disarming smile as he let go of my hands.

"I missed you too, bro" i hugged him and pressed my cold, red cheek to his cheek.

Understanding will get sick soon, we headed back to dorm. As we enter the room, and start undressing, we realised, just how wet and sweaty we are. I take off my clothes and I know he will go to the bathroom to change. I’m standing there in my boxers and I see Jim’s body, through wet, thin tshirt, I see his nipples, pink and hard, from cold, I see water form melting snow dripping from his hair, through his collarbone. Jim looked at his shirt and realised I shows all of his body. Smiled at me, sighed and slowly started taking his shirt off.

I wish I could play it cool, but I couldn’t. I was staring and he knew it. Before his face was red from cold, and now new blush appeared. I saw his stomach, nice flat, with just barely visible v-lines. His chest had some muscle but looked very squishable, and he had absolutely gorgeous shoulders. I could see a bit of a body hair and a line going from his stomach into his boxers.

I’m not saying if this is him, but this is a great reference:

It happened. Jim took off his shirt for the first time. We were there, both standing in our boxers as i stared at him, stunned by his beauty. He gave me another of his adorable smiles and left for shower. I couldn’t compose myself, but I went there promptly. He was in his usual cabin, curtains closed tightly. When he emerged, it was just like always, in a fresh t-shirt and boxers. He left not saying a word.

I couldn’t control myself. I was rock hard.

I started jerking off in open shower area. I knew someone can walk in any time and I can simply retreat into one of the cabins, but thrill of doing it in public was amazing. I was thinking of his beautiful body and hard nipples, of his soulders and squishable chest. I could kiss and lick and touch every single square centimeter of this gorgeous body. He wasn’t a bodybuilder or a starving twink. He was just a normal slim dude with great bodytype I wish I could touch.

I almost forgot I’m in public when I heard door opening. It was Arthur. He saw me, even tho I turned away from the entrance. I glanced behind me and saw how he takes off his towel, revealing his half-hard, cock. His tattooed body was amazing and his dick was directed my way.

“Everyone else uses cabins for that” he said, stroking his cock.

His eyes were red. He was on some kind of drugs again.

Just to remind, this is bodytype Arthur had:

When he passed me by, close enough for me to feel his body and went to one of the cabins, i felt... invited? I went into one next to him. I heard him jerking off and moaning softly. I did the same, and soon he switched to my cabin, walking in, turning water on and looking at me as he was jerking his cock.

I never felt this turned on. We were jerking off looking at each other and running water made us safe from others finding out if they walked in. I knew he was into me and Nicky humping each other and he liked being massaged and touched by guys. He was beating his meat so hard, I was sure he will come. Then he puts his left hand of my shoulder and I did the same. Out foreheads touch as we look at each others cocks and locked in like this, jerk off. I wanted to help him out but here it was him who set the rules. I was fully a bottom right now. Before I knew it, I was squirting my load all over his belly and cock, as he moaned. Now his cock, covered in my cum, was making even more sound. Soon he shot load after load and squished my shoulder as he did. I kneeled and last load landed on my chest. I touched it, it was gooey and warm. That was the first time I saw another man’s cum.

He pushed us under the running water and started cleaning himself up. I reached for his cock and touched it, as it still twitched. He grabbed my hand.

“I’m not a homo” he said quietly but firmly “I just like fucked up shit, and this was fucked up”.

He left not saying another word.

I came back, very much bothered by what happened. I saw Jim watching some movie on his laptop. We grew so close recentely, and I realised I am living both a cute romance story and a porn video scenarios. Speaking of which, I looked at Jim’s movie and saw some couple cuddling in bed.

“Ooh is that a…” I started “no, it’s not porn is it”.

“No” Jim protested, as if i'm accusing him of some crime “I never watch porn”.

“Wait, like never-never?”.

“I do jerk off sometimes, but never to porn" he said, still as if he's explaining himself "I only watched it once out of my own will” he continued “other times it was always bullies showing me porn clips against my will".

I wasn’t surprised honestly, but this kind of confession still took me back.

“You do know, it’s not normal for a guy your age NOT to watch porn”.

He sighed.

“Well, i guess you should know something about me” he said, now calm “this might explain my weird behaviour”.

“Okay, if you want to share it” I said and took my chair closer to him "drop me some Jim-lore".

“Are you familiar with Church of Latter Day Saints?” he asked “maybe you know it as simply Mormonism?”.

Ahhhhhh suddenly all started making sense. I nodded in confirmation.

“I was born in a Mormon family, like super conservative one” I could see it was hard for him to share it “I never drank, never smoked, was isolated from girls and controlled all my life. We were wearing sacred garments, a white underwear that covered everything but my limbs. My family was so strict, they even disowned my older brother when he came out as gay, didn’t even believe him, when accused a high-ranking Church official of sexual exploitation”.

I didn’t feel comfortable listening to Jim sharing his trauma while my cock was shooting cum just a minute ago, but i knew it was important for him.

“Anyway, my family was torn apart by this” he continued “and soon we reached out to my brother, now living with a husband in another state. We left the Church and only after we did, I felt how it is to live in a world where no cult is controlling your life.”

He was visibly upset.

“Anyway, I felt like breaking all the rules so I went on an alcohol and drugs spree for a week” It was hard for him but I was glad he opened up about it “but I realised soon after, that I don’t want to change everything about my life, just the religion part. I wanted to keep things that were good. Morality, being clean and sober, not giving into all those temptation. I told myself if I can’t be a good person without manipulation of the Church, I was never a good person to begin with”.

OKAY THAT IS WAAAY TOO INTENSE FOR ME NOW. He looked at me as if searching for understanding.

“And now I’m confused... cause i see how you fall into all of those temptations” I loved how blunt we was about be being a pervert “but you are still a cool guy and a good friend."

Last part shook me. Jim knew nothing of me fantasising about fucking him in various sick ways, he had no idea I was doing stuff with his underwear, he had no idea I was humping Nicky and wanted him to cheat on his girlfriend while drugged Arthur was busting his nut all over himself. Jim really thought I was a good person, but I wasn’t. I was a piece of shit, and he was really, truly a good boi.​

"My question is" he said "should I step out of my comfort zone and try things that I thought are immoral before, or should I keep to morals I was raised with, even though I don’t believe in eternal punishment if I don’t?”

“I have no idea, man” I said “I don’t think much of it, I kinda just with the flow”

We talked some more, late into the night. He shared his experience, i shared mine, and i felt like we were never closer before. At least now i know why he is like that.

I wasn’t jerking off that night.
I couldn't.​

 

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actual Jim pic shirtless

 

[KrisIan]

actual Jim pic shirtless

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So based on the birthmark it’s him n the vid you sent a while back. Where’s the vid from? Did he send it to you?

 

[LittleBlade]

Wow - Jim has a great little physique. And with your huge cock, I don't know how you managed to keep your hands off each other!

 

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actual Jim pic shirtless

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So based on the birthmark it’s him n the vid you sent a while back. Where’s the vid from? Did he send it to you?

i am doing a bit of trolling here, but maybe i am not? I was drunk when i posted this

But then again, i wrote them while being drunk either way

Since only 50% of those stories is accurate you can try guessing which ones. All i can confirm is every level if intimacy i wrote about was reached. The only thing is - what stories are mostly true and which aren't?