Most people don’t have good experiences with their roommates in college. Not me. In fact, I can still remember my freshman year vividly…
It had been a chaotic day of last minute shopping at Target. My parents and I had spent the better half of the day trying to get everything an eighteen year old would need for his first year. After piling everything into the car, we trudged into the entrance of Marks Hall, where I would be spending the next eight months of my life.
203…. 204…. 205…206… I counted, walking along the second floor corridor, which smelled like old gym socks and Axe body spray.
207….208…. 209.
Perfect! I had a room that was all the way at the end of the hallway. And it looked a lot more spacious than all the others that I passed along the way.
“Hello there!” A pleasant looking middle-aged gentleman greeted me as I walked in.
“Hi! I’m Nathan, nice to meet you!” I replied, greeting him with a firm handshake.
“Are you Leon’s father?”
“Nice to meet you too, Nathan! Yes, I’m Joel. Leon is just grabbing the last of his things from the car and will be right up.”
A few seconds later, he entered. Dressed in a faded grey tank top, Leon stood over six feet tall and was carrying a fifty-pound dumbbell on each arm. He walked in so quickly that I couldn’t quite get a good look at his face. Instead, I was greeted with the sight of two sweaty, muscular and well-toned arms. Beads of perspiration trickled down from Leon’s humongous biceps all the way to his forearms, causing his smooth sand colored skin to glisten in the warmth of the afternoon sun.
Leon set the dumb bells down on the floor near one of the beds, grunting as they hit the ground with a thump. He then turned to me and flashed a huge grin.
“Hey man! You must be Nathan!” he exclaimed. Without warning, he reached over and embraced me in a bear hug, his rocklike chest pressing tightly against my slim body. I was taken aback by this gesture – nobody from my hometown was ever this friendly or forthcoming. Leon and I had exchanged a few messages over the roommate pairing system that the university had set up, but that was the extent of our communication. All I knew about him was that he was majoring in software engineering.
Prior to moving in, the image of Leon in my head was a skinny bespectacled geek who was most likely socially awkward. As someone who frequently tried to fight against all sorts of gay stereotypes, I silently reprimanded myself for having that image in my mind. But I had never been this happy to be wrong.
I returned the hug, giving him a few bumbling pats on his left shoulder. Leon probably sensed my awkwardness and retracted. As we stood facing each other, I could now get a good look at my new roommate. He was strikingly handsome, with large almond eyes and an angular bone structure, topped with a neat crew cut. I was immediately reminded of Chris Evans as Captain America, if he was eighteen and brunette.
“So Nathan, where are your parents?” Leon’s father asked, interrupting my daze.
We spent the next few hours unpacking and exchanging pleasantries. After they were done moving in, Leon and his father helped my family and I with the unpacking and even left behind an apple pie for us to have for dessert that night. I had never met such friendly people in my life. Once we were all settled in, both families departed and left Leon and I alone in our room for the very first time. We mostly kept to ourselves, sitting in our respective desks and completing paperwork that the dormitory required.
Soon, it was dinnertime.
“Hey man, you wanna go grab dinner at the dining hall?” he asked.
I got to know my new roommate a little better over dinner. He was from Austin, Texas and this was his first time to Los Angeles. His parents divorced when he was three and his dad got sole custody. He enjoyed working out, usually twice a day, and had a passion for video games, hoping to eventually get a job as a game designer for Blizzard.
Since we were going to be living together for the next eight months, I decided to be upfront about my sexuality. Having grown up in West Hollywood, I had never been shy about being a proud gay man. Surprisingly, he took it well.
“That’s great, man, thanks for telling me. I’m totally cool with it,” he shrugged. “We’re pretty open about it in Austin, at least among the people I usually hang out with.”
I smiled; it was nice to know that there were pockets of progressiveness in the South.
We headed back to our room after dinner and went back to our separate corners. It was nice getting to know Leon, but we also both realized that we had very little in common. He was mostly into gaming and sports, whereas I was primarily interested in musical theater and politics. We spent the rest of the evening barely interacting, until it was time for bed.
“Hey man, I’m totally worn out from today, gonna hit the sack,” he said, as he got up from his desk and yawned.
“No prob, I’m actually gonna go to bed too,” I replied, closing my laptop.
“Hey uh…. I hope you don’t mind, but I usually prefer sleeping naked. Is that cool with you? I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable,” he said.
I could feel my pulse accelerating.
“Oh yeah, sure. I’m totally cool. Do what you need to do,” I lied, trying to sound nonchalant. My heart was pounding furiously. I had tried so hard during dinner not to stare at his chest and shoulders, which were practically bursting out from his tiny tank top. And now I have to not look at him while he’s naked?
“Thanks dude. I can never sleep with clothes on. At least this way, you won’t have to hear me tossing and turning all night,” Leon said, grinning. He quickly peeled off his tank top, revealing a pair of smooth hard pecs and rippling eight-pack abs flanked by two deep v cuts.
A wave of electricity ran through my body, starting from the top of my head and pulsated all the way through my nether regions to the soles of my feet. I turned away swiftly, hoping he didn’t catch me staring.
Nate, look away. Don’t creep him out, I whispered.
The electric pulse had now gathered between my legs and my briefs started to feel tighter. Wetter.
I cranked my head slightly to the right, trying to catch a glimpse.
Leon was now completely naked, typing on his phone with his back turned towards me. He looked like a Greek statue, perfectly sculpted from top to bottom, with firm round buttocks that looked like two big scoops of caramel ice cream.
He then hopped on his bed and covered himself with a blanket. He seemed to be completely absorbed in his phone and was furiously typing away.
I swallowed hard. This was going to be a difficult next eight months.
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The next few weeks came and went. Before going to bed every night, Leon would strip off his clothes and climb into bed, always with his back facing me. I decided it was best to be respectful and not ogle; only taking a few sly glances here and there. We were still in the early days of the fall semester and the room would frequently get hot and stuffy, so he would be shirtless during the day, usually only wearing a pair of Bermuda shorts. I had reached a point where I was almost getting used to this arrangement. In fact, I hardly thought about it anymore, until one afternoon...
It was a blisteringly hot Sunday and I was watching the latest episode of Project Runway at my desk while he exercised shirtless at his side of the room. I was deeply engrossed in the episode, staring intently at the screen when I felt a tap on my shoulder.
I quickly removed my headphones and turned around to see Leon standing behind me, his body covered in sweat. He was panting heavily.
“Hey man, it’s hot as fuck here. Do you mind if I take my shorts off?”
“Ummm…sure. You know, you don’t have to ask me for permission. It’s your room too,” I teased.
He laughed. “Wanted to make sure you’re comfortable. It’s just me and my Dad back home in Austin, so we don’t usually wear clothes around the house. I’m actually most comfortable being naked.”
“Oh in that case, feel free to be comfortable,” I said in a breezy tone.
“Thanks man,” Leon beamed, patting me on the shoulder and walking back to his side of the room.
I bit my lip, turned back to face my laptop, and put my headphones back on. It took me a few minutes to realize what just happened. When it hit me, I took a deep gulp and turned my head back slowly.
There he was, standing right in front of his bed doing bicep curls. Naked as the day he was born. This time, I could see everything.
Nestled between his legs was a massive cock that had to be at least seven inches in length. He had a pair of low hangers to accompany them, along with a full but well maintained bush. I was so mesmerized that I couldn’t help but blurt out.
“Jesus dude, you’re huge!”
I immediately covered my mouth with my hand in embarrassment, instantly regretting my decision. A silent scream went through my head.
But Leon burst out laughing.
“Oh man, sorry about that. I guess I should have warned you. My bad.”
I slowly took my hand off my mouth and gulped.
“No, it’s my fault. Sorry, that just came out. I guess I’m not the first one to react that way?”
“Nah, I got teased a lot growing up. It turns out having a big dick isn’t all that great. It just makes you a target for ridicule in the locker room. But I got over it.”
I chuckled nervously. Ok, now this was going to be difficult.
###
The next few days were excruciating. As long as Leon was in the room, he would be naked. In fact, I don’t think I even remembered what he looked like with clothes on anymore. I tried my hardest not to stare, but it was almost impossible.
One night, I was doing a reading for one of my psychology classes when Leon decided to strike up a conversation.
“So Nate, do you have a boyfriend?” Leon asked while doing crunches on the floor, fully naked as usual. Maintaining eye contact now would be difficult.
“Sadly, no,” I said sighing, not looking up from my textbook.
“Why not?”
“I dunno, I’ve gone on dates before but none of them really became serious.”
“And by dates you mean…”
“I mean dinner and a movie. Maybe a make out sesh after.”
“Liar!” Leon said jokingly. “I bet you had sex too. You don’t strike me as a virgin.”
“Ok fine. I’ve had my fair share of guys.”
“What do you do with them exactly?”
“What is this, the third degree? Why do you wanna know?” I said coyly. No one had asked me about my sex life in such detail before.
“I’m just curious. You’re pretty much the only gay guy I know personally. The only… queer people I knew in Texas were lesbians.”
“Ok… well what do you wanna know?”
“Do you suck dick?”
“Depends on the guy, but usually yes.”
“Do you get turned on when you do it? Or is it a… give head to get head kind of thing?”
“Well, I can’t speak for every gay in town, but I do. I like the feeling of pleasuring someone else.”
“What do you mean?”
“It turns me on when I hear a guy moaning while I suck his dick. Especially when I go fast. I also love the taste of cum in my mouth.” Oops. That last part came out unexpectedly. But Leon had a way of making me feel comfortable around him.
“Wow, you’re a giver, huh?”
I started to feel a tingle in my pants. The conversation was starting to get a little weird. I took a quick look at Leon – he was still lying the floor busy doing crunches. I couldn’t tell if he was genuinely curious or not.
“Yeah, I guess you can say that.”
With that, the conversation ended abruptly. Leon briskly got on his feet, grabbed a towel, and left for the bathroom.
That was odd.
###
The next few days came and went. Soon, it was the weekend and I was once again watching the latest episode of Project Runway in our room. It was an exciting episode – the season finale!
I was at the point of the episode where Heidi Klum was about to announce the winner when I thought I heard a faint moaning coming from afar. It sounded like Leon.
I hit pause and slowly moved the right speaker off my ear, listening intently. But I kept my head fixed forward towards the screen. Deep soft groans echoed from the other side of the room.
My mind started racing. Was he doing what I think he was doing?
I turned my head back slowly.
Leon was leaned back against his chair, lazily stroking his fully erect penis with his right hand while using his other hand to fondle his left nipple. A scene from Brazzers or some other porn studio was playing on his laptop and he was fully concentrated on the video, not noticing me at the other end of the room, gaping in wide-eyed astonishment at his clearly visible jerk off session. I didn’t think it was possible, but his dick was even bigger when it was hard.
I quickly turned back to face my laptop and could feel myself getting stiffer by the second. This was insane! My roommate was masturbating in full fucking view. A million thoughts rushed through my mind as my underwear started to get sticky from excitement. I reached down into my boxers with my right hand and started rubbing myself, feeling my member getting stiffer with each touch. For about five minutes, I sat still in my chair, turning my head to sneak a look every few seconds. My palms were sticky with pre-cum as I surreptitiously stroked myself up and down.
“Do you want to help me out?” came a soft voice. I turned to face Leon, who was looking straight at me. He flashed a cheeky smile.
I immediately averted my eyes away from him and looked down at the floor. I couldn’t believe what was happening. My heart was thumping wildly in my chest, sending waves of adrenaline that coursed all through my body. Slowly, I turned my head back to look at Leon. His hands were still wrapped around his hard dick, only now he was now looking at me with one eyebrow raised. He had a smirk plastered across on his face. The room was silent. He had just paused whatever he was watching.
I knew what I had to do.
I got up from my seat, removed my boxers, and walked to his desk, fully erect. Gingerly, I knelt down in front of him and placed my hands on his thigh. He gave me a knowing look and stretched his hand over to his laptop to resume the video. High-pitched moans from the Brazzers scene reverberated around the room. Leon was no longer looking at me, but at the video.
I leaned forward and gently gripped his meat. It felt like I was holding a powerful weapon, hard as steel but radiating with heat. I rolled his foreskin back slightly and flicked my tongue all over the head as a tease. He smelled like sandalwood mixed with a hint of sweat and a heady hit of spice. It was delicious.
I wrapped the head of his dick around my lips and began sucking his shaft from tip to middle. It was the sweetest thing I had ever tasted. Did he dip it in honey or something? How was this possible?
I looked up to see his handsome face still fixated on the girls on his laptop. But I could see the look of sheer pleasure. Perfect. I continued sucking and could soon heard him moaning slightly. It was odd, the more I sucked on his dick, the sweeter it became. Soon, I was bobbing my head up and down slurping on his dick like it was the sweetest Popsicle in the world.
I was so intoxicated by the taste that I didn’t notice that he had stopped moaning for a few minutes. It wasn’t until his stick starting to get slightly softer that I knew something was wrong. What happened? I peered back up and saw almost a look of bewilderment. Like he didn’t think he would enjoy a guy sucking his dick so much.
I knew I needed to do something more.
I took a deep breath and pushed his dick deeper in my mouth. He was the biggest guy I’d ever encountered, so I was careful not to go too fast. However, I was pleased to find out that I was still pretty good at controlling my gag reflex. I had no problem at all fitting his entire dick in my mouth. I made sure he felt it touch back of my throat.
“Oh fuck!” he exclaimed breathlessly.
Now it was time to show him what boys could do. After all, we know what it takes to go from great to fucking amazing. I placed my tongue underneath his shaft and darted it back and forth, causing him to feel the rough wetness of it against his huge cock.
“Yeah, just like that…”
His thighs started to quiver as I could feel his body tense up. I took another quick glance. He was still staring at the screen! I wanted him to focus on me, so I would have to step it up. I quickly shifted my knees and adjusted my position. It was like preparing for battle – I would now have to bring in the big guns - The Gluck Gluck 9000.
It was a technique I learned from a podcast that works every time. A vacuum seal double hand twist combo that combined a great deal of enthusiasm and eye contact. It was the precursor to every great blowjob in history.
I went for it, pleasuring his giant cock with everything that I had left in me. It was my porn star moment and it was working. His dick was now at full mast, throbbing hard and leaking pre-cum at a massive rate. I looked up and stared deep into his large brown eyes. He had his mouth open, panting like he was in a marathon. His juice tasted as sweet as his dick. I lapped it all up.
“Oh fuck…oh fuck…”
He was close. It was time now for the finishing move. Like a skilled magician, I took both hands off his dick but didn’t stop sucking. I then used my right hand to jerk myself off as I wanted to cum at the same time as he did. With my other hand, I cupped his balls and rubbed them gently. I did this for a couple of minutes before moving lower to his taint. It felt warm and hairy to the touch.
"Don’t stop, Nathan. Just like that…”
His hand was now on the back of my head, gently guiding me to take in every inch of his colossal manhood. I rubbed his taint in a quick circular motion, causing spasms of pleasure to run through his body.
“I’m coming…I’m coming!”
Squirts of warm sticky liquid exploded into my mouth. I greedily lapped it up, swallowing every single drop of his cum. I wanted all of him inside me. It was all too much for me to bear and I came too. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body as while I squirted a mountain of thick cloudy liquid all over the carpet.
For a few seconds, neither of us moved. We stayed still, breathing rapidly and taking in the moment.
Leon wiped the sweat from his brow and grinned.
“Same time tomorrow?”
