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My roommate took my virginity – Part 1
When I started college, I moved into a student house. I shared the house with four other people. My room was located on the ground floor, where the other rooms were all on the two stories above. Since no one ever used the communal living room and there was a bathroom downstairs and one upstairs, I barely was in contact with any of my house mates. Back then I was very private and didn’t really mind not being in touch with the others.
There was one house mate in particular, though, who I had a crush on. Almost immediately after I met him. He was 20 at that time. What made me crush on him, was his “half long” blonde hair, going past his ears and his cute smile. I didn’t think much of it. For one, I was barely out of the closet as gay. Secondly, I was convinced he was as straight as someone could be straight. Let’s call him Oliver.
After 1.5 months of moving in, I turned eighteen. A week after, I threw a little party for some class mates/friends. I gave a heads up to my house mates and everyone was totally okay with it.
The party was going to take place in the living room and the day of the party, I noticed that there was a stereo set placed in the communal space. One that hadn’t been there before. Not that much later, Oliver walked down the stairs and let me know it was his. He told me how everything worked and I thanked him. I also let him know that if he wanted to swing by and have a drink with me and my friends, he was more than welcome.
A couple hours pass by and my friends start walking in one for one. At around 10PM, I notice Oliver had walked in, with a friend of his. Completely fine by me, the more the merrier. We talk for a while, he talks with my friends for a while. It was a pretty good party, if I can say so myself. Around midnight, we all decide to go to a bar and continue the party over there. It was an excellent night. At 4AM, when the bar closed, everyone went home. I grabbed my bike, together with Oliver and we bike back home.
Arriving back home, we walk inside and Oliver asks me if I want to have one more drink with him. That sounded nice to me and we throw ourselves on the couch, listen to some music and drink another beer. After a couple of minutes, I notice he got closer to me and the conversation started to be a bit more suggestive. All I could think about was: is this for real? Am I imaging this or is he trying to make a move? The alcohol inside my body didn’t make it easier to have a clear mind. But then he started talking about sex. And not just any sex. He begins about experimenting with other men. He had done it twice at that point and it didn’t disappoint at all, he said. At that moment, I came out to him as gay. While I said it, I could see a change in his face. A positive one, as if he needed some sort of confirmation. But as I was still a virgin, I got really nervous. I didn’t know what to do and I didn’t know how to act upon it. If all of this would lead to sex, me losing my virginity, would I want to lose it right now? One thing was for sure, this conversation and thinking about having sex with him made my dick grow to a semi.
Out of anxiety, I just stood up, hoping my semi wasn’t visible through my jeans. I told him I was going to take a shower and head to bed. I noticed disappointment in Oliver’s face, but to be honest, I was glad I had stood up. Don’t get me wrong, all I wanted to do was have sex with Oliver. But I wasn’t sure if this was the right timing. What if I was going to regret it? Or what if Oliver would regret it the morning after, when he was sober? But Oliver was okay with this, the gentleman as he is, and wished me good night.
I walked to my room, grabbed everything I needed and headed to the bathroom. To enter the bathroom, you need to walk through the kitchen. Oliver was there, without his t-shirt on. I had seen him without a t-shirt on before, so this wasn’t new for me. But it did make me rethink my actions earlier, in the living room. He was grabbing another beer out of the fridge. I made a comment on the new beer (in a relaxed way) and he laughed about it. I walked past him and once I had almost reached the bathroom door, I stood still, turned around, and to my surprise (I hoped this would happen though) he was still standing in the kitchen. Looking at me. And not only his eyes were pointed to me, I could see he had a semi as well. Mine had shrunken again, but after I noticed his, I felt mine growing back to a semi.
Back then, I wasn’t particularly the bravest in saying things to others that were out of my comfort zone. But I am glad I didn’t let that cowardness win at that moment. I asked him if he needed to shower to. His response was: “I thought you’d never ask.”
I walk into the bathroom. Nervously, very nervously. Oliver follows me, closes the door behind him and puts the lock on the door. I didn’t know what to do. Without thinking about it, I tell him I have never done anything like this before. I was really afraid for some kind of rejection, but he was really cool about it. He told me that was totally fine and we wouldn’t do anything that neither of us were comfortable doing. That took a bit of my nervosity away. Oliver started undressing, he first took his shoe off and after that he took his jeans off. To my surprise, he wasn’t wearing any underwear. His semi had become a full-on hard dick at this point. It was about 7-8 inches long (erect), had trimmed his pubes and it looked incredible. I followed him by undressing myself. First my socks, then my shirt and then my jeans and boxershorts. I guess because I was so nervous, my dick was flaccid again. All I could think about was how glad I was I had trimmed by pubes as well, just in case anything would happen with anyone (always prepare for the unexpected, our lesson of today). He looked down at my dick, looked back at my face and smiled at me. He turned on the shower, and once it was the right temperature we stepped inside.
I mentioned before Oliver is a gentleman. And let me tell me, he really is, because he asked me if he could kiss me. I couldn’t believe this was really happening. Something I had fantasized about for over a month became reality. I told him he could kiss me. He started kissing me, very gently, very passionately. That, apparently, was all I needed to get a hard-on again (mine is 6-7 inches erect). My dick poked in his leg and I asked him to stroke my dick. He did. It felt so good. His firm hand really felt amazing and I don’t think I’ve ever been that hard as this again. He continued stroking me for a couple more minutes, then we switched and I started stroking him. And all this time, we didn’t stop making out. It was so hot.
We rubbed each other in with soap and rinsed ourselves off. Then, the question of questions came. Oliver asked me if we should continue in of our bedrooms. YES, it’s going to happen. Fuck all of the fears of regretting this. I said yes, we dried ourselves off with a towel, put on our pants (just in case a house mate happened to come downstairs) and walked to Oliver’s bedroom, since he had a double bed. Oliver, once again, closed the door behind us and puts the lock on the door.
TO BE CONTINUED (if you guys want a part 2)
When I started college, I moved into a student house. I shared the house with four other people. My room was located on the ground floor, where the other rooms were all on the two stories above. Since no one ever used the communal living room and there was a bathroom downstairs and one upstairs, I barely was in contact with any of my house mates. Back then I was very private and didn’t really mind not being in touch with the others.
There was one house mate in particular, though, who I had a crush on. Almost immediately after I met him. He was 20 at that time. What made me crush on him, was his “half long” blonde hair, going past his ears and his cute smile. I didn’t think much of it. For one, I was barely out of the closet as gay. Secondly, I was convinced he was as straight as someone could be straight. Let’s call him Oliver.
After 1.5 months of moving in, I turned eighteen. A week after, I threw a little party for some class mates/friends. I gave a heads up to my house mates and everyone was totally okay with it.
The party was going to take place in the living room and the day of the party, I noticed that there was a stereo set placed in the communal space. One that hadn’t been there before. Not that much later, Oliver walked down the stairs and let me know it was his. He told me how everything worked and I thanked him. I also let him know that if he wanted to swing by and have a drink with me and my friends, he was more than welcome.
A couple hours pass by and my friends start walking in one for one. At around 10PM, I notice Oliver had walked in, with a friend of his. Completely fine by me, the more the merrier. We talk for a while, he talks with my friends for a while. It was a pretty good party, if I can say so myself. Around midnight, we all decide to go to a bar and continue the party over there. It was an excellent night. At 4AM, when the bar closed, everyone went home. I grabbed my bike, together with Oliver and we bike back home.
Arriving back home, we walk inside and Oliver asks me if I want to have one more drink with him. That sounded nice to me and we throw ourselves on the couch, listen to some music and drink another beer. After a couple of minutes, I notice he got closer to me and the conversation started to be a bit more suggestive. All I could think about was: is this for real? Am I imaging this or is he trying to make a move? The alcohol inside my body didn’t make it easier to have a clear mind. But then he started talking about sex. And not just any sex. He begins about experimenting with other men. He had done it twice at that point and it didn’t disappoint at all, he said. At that moment, I came out to him as gay. While I said it, I could see a change in his face. A positive one, as if he needed some sort of confirmation. But as I was still a virgin, I got really nervous. I didn’t know what to do and I didn’t know how to act upon it. If all of this would lead to sex, me losing my virginity, would I want to lose it right now? One thing was for sure, this conversation and thinking about having sex with him made my dick grow to a semi.
Out of anxiety, I just stood up, hoping my semi wasn’t visible through my jeans. I told him I was going to take a shower and head to bed. I noticed disappointment in Oliver’s face, but to be honest, I was glad I had stood up. Don’t get me wrong, all I wanted to do was have sex with Oliver. But I wasn’t sure if this was the right timing. What if I was going to regret it? Or what if Oliver would regret it the morning after, when he was sober? But Oliver was okay with this, the gentleman as he is, and wished me good night.
I walked to my room, grabbed everything I needed and headed to the bathroom. To enter the bathroom, you need to walk through the kitchen. Oliver was there, without his t-shirt on. I had seen him without a t-shirt on before, so this wasn’t new for me. But it did make me rethink my actions earlier, in the living room. He was grabbing another beer out of the fridge. I made a comment on the new beer (in a relaxed way) and he laughed about it. I walked past him and once I had almost reached the bathroom door, I stood still, turned around, and to my surprise (I hoped this would happen though) he was still standing in the kitchen. Looking at me. And not only his eyes were pointed to me, I could see he had a semi as well. Mine had shrunken again, but after I noticed his, I felt mine growing back to a semi.
Back then, I wasn’t particularly the bravest in saying things to others that were out of my comfort zone. But I am glad I didn’t let that cowardness win at that moment. I asked him if he needed to shower to. His response was: “I thought you’d never ask.”
I walk into the bathroom. Nervously, very nervously. Oliver follows me, closes the door behind him and puts the lock on the door. I didn’t know what to do. Without thinking about it, I tell him I have never done anything like this before. I was really afraid for some kind of rejection, but he was really cool about it. He told me that was totally fine and we wouldn’t do anything that neither of us were comfortable doing. That took a bit of my nervosity away. Oliver started undressing, he first took his shoe off and after that he took his jeans off. To my surprise, he wasn’t wearing any underwear. His semi had become a full-on hard dick at this point. It was about 7-8 inches long (erect), had trimmed his pubes and it looked incredible. I followed him by undressing myself. First my socks, then my shirt and then my jeans and boxershorts. I guess because I was so nervous, my dick was flaccid again. All I could think about was how glad I was I had trimmed by pubes as well, just in case anything would happen with anyone (always prepare for the unexpected, our lesson of today). He looked down at my dick, looked back at my face and smiled at me. He turned on the shower, and once it was the right temperature we stepped inside.
I mentioned before Oliver is a gentleman. And let me tell me, he really is, because he asked me if he could kiss me. I couldn’t believe this was really happening. Something I had fantasized about for over a month became reality. I told him he could kiss me. He started kissing me, very gently, very passionately. That, apparently, was all I needed to get a hard-on again (mine is 6-7 inches erect). My dick poked in his leg and I asked him to stroke my dick. He did. It felt so good. His firm hand really felt amazing and I don’t think I’ve ever been that hard as this again. He continued stroking me for a couple more minutes, then we switched and I started stroking him. And all this time, we didn’t stop making out. It was so hot.
We rubbed each other in with soap and rinsed ourselves off. Then, the question of questions came. Oliver asked me if we should continue in of our bedrooms. YES, it’s going to happen. Fuck all of the fears of regretting this. I said yes, we dried ourselves off with a towel, put on our pants (just in case a house mate happened to come downstairs) and walked to Oliver’s bedroom, since he had a double bed. Oliver, once again, closed the door behind us and puts the lock on the door.
TO BE CONTINUED (if you guys want a part 2)