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It was that time of year again – September – time to back to school. My name is Jack, I’m 22 years-old, and this is my story. I’ve been in college for three-years now, studying journalism. Writing, partying, and playing hockey accounts for pretty much all of my time, and this year seemed like it would be no different – except for one thing. For the past three-years, I’ve lived in a single room on campus. I never liked the idea of sharing a dorm with some stranger, and when I found out I’d been assigned a double room, it came as a bit of a shock. And so there I was, the night before moving day, scrambling to pack all of my stuff. I’d never been an organized guy, and by 2:00 AM, all I had left was to pack my hockey equipment – skates, helmet, padding, my stick, and a couple of jockstraps. I was finally done packing (which I’d been scrambling to do for the better part of the day), but something still wasn’t right. I peeled off my shirt, carefully tracing with my index finger the V shaped line extending from my abdomen towards the waistline of my jeans – my hockey training had paid off – and in another fluid motion, I pulled off my jeans, and crawled into bed, wearing nothing but a pair of black Calvin Klein briefs. At 22 years old, I was a pretty good looking guy.
No matter what I did, I just couldn’t sleep that night. I tossed and turned, yet sleep still continued to evade me. Who was I going to living with for the next 8 months? Would he be chill? Would we get along? Was he gonna be a pain in the ass? I mean, who the hell was this guy? I didn’t even have a name for him! My mind continued to run wildly, and sure enough, one thing led to another, and there I was – 3:00 AM on moving day, lying in bed with a massive hard-on. I was pretty well endowed for my age; I’d seen guys in the locker room staring. I was a good 7”, cut, and pretty thick too. Then it hit me. How am I gonna jerk-off with another guy in the room – or worse? Better savor it now, I guess. That night I had the best wank I’d ever had – that is, until I met my new roommate.
It was 8:00 AM when my alarm started to go off. I rolled out of bed, showered and dressed, then hit the road. My car was fully-loaded, gassed, and ready to go. Four-hours later, I was standing in front of the residence registrations desk. I had lots to unpack before I could do anything else, and at this rate, I was never gonna be done. The line for residence check-in wrapped around the corner of the building, and for the next hour, the line advanced at a snail’s pace. Then finally, it was my turn. The girl at the counter took my picture, handed me an ID card and room key, and I was off. I glanced down at my ID: Jack Nichols - Faculty of Arts – Room 305. The picture wasn’t bad either: blue eyes, short brown hair, broad shoulders, and an athletic build. I reached the parking lot, unlocked the trunk of my car, and started the long and tiring process of unpacking. Might as well start with the heavy stuff, I thought, as I heaved the disassembled pieces of my desk out of my car. The pieces were heavy and awkward, and I was half-way up the first flight of stairs to my room, when all of a sudden, the desk was lighter. “Hey man, you want some help carrying that thing?” “That’d be awesome, I’m Jack.” “I’m Matt”. I couldn’t see him, however, as the desk obstructed my line of sight. “You want help unpacking the rest of your stuff? I’ve got nothing else to do, I flew in from Montreal today, but apparently my stuff wasn’t put on the plane with me.” I though about Matt’s offer for a second. With two of us, the job would certainly be done faster. It might even be less painful. “Alright, we’ll go out for drinks after, I’ll buy – I’m in room 305, by the way.” Matt started to laugh, “I guess were roommates, Jack”, just then we arrived at a door marked Room 305. I unlocked the door, and we set the desk on the floor. For the first time, I got a good look at Matt. There was no other word for it – Matt was hot. He had blond hair, blue eyes, broad shoulders, was slightly taller than I was, and looked pretty strong.
Matt went to work on assembling the desk, while I continued to bring loads up from my car. In that time, I learned four things about Matt: he was 23 years-old, he was a competitive swimmer for the university team, he was studying engineering, and he had an amazing ass. “Pass me the screwdriver, Jack”, called Matt from under the desk. “It’s by your feet”, I called back. Matt stood up, and bent over to pick it up. His jeans were a little on the tight side, and hugged his ass when he bent over. I was pretty sure he was free-balling too. For a straight guy, my jeans were getting pretty tight by this point, and I had an obvious boner. Then Matt’s phone started to ring – it was the airline he’d flown with from Montreal calling with an update on his bags. “Fuck!”, Matt exclaimed, “My stuff’s lost in Europe, and they won’t be able to get it to me for another week!” Thinking to take his mind off things, I reminded him of the drink I still owed him. We’d both worked up quite a sweat, and I could tell Matt was thinking the same thing. Neither one of us was in any state to go out in. “Here, help yourself, I’ll lend you a change of clothes”, I told him, directing him to my duffle bag in the corner. I picked out a fresh shirt and a pair of jeans, and started to strip down to my underwear to change. Matt hesitated, and then did the same. I was right, he wasn’t wearing anything underneath his jeans. Matt looked at me sheepishly, and muttered something about packing all of his clean underwear. Matt had the biggest cock I’d ever seen, it was at least 8”! Then he bent over to root through my duffle bag of clothes. I couldn’t help but stare at his naked ass, it was perfect in every aspect. It must have looked like I’d shoved a flag pole down my pants; I could have sworn Matt’s eyes had been lingering on my crotch. Just then, he looked up from the duffle bag, and stared out the window overlooking the campus parking lot. “Nice view, huh Jack?” What was going on here? “Ya, pretty great”, I answered, sill staring at his ass. Was he talking about the window? Matt laid out the clothes he’d chosen on his bed, and slipped on my hockey jock of all things. He had a raging hard-on, and I could see the head of his cock poking out the leg hole. Matt finished dressing, and we headed out the door. It was Matt who broke the silence, “I’m pretty sure mine was bigger, Jack.” He winked, and off we went to get a drink. It was gonna be a good year.