Josh was a college freshman. Tall, lanky, with a slim to athletic build. He was 18, inexperienced, and both excited and nervous to be starting college. He was a little nervous to be living with a stranger in a dorm room, but those feelings quickly faded when he met Gus.
Gus was Josh's new roommate and he was instantly smitten. Gus was tall like Josh, but that is where the similarities ended. Josh ran track and had the slim, toned build to match. Gus played football and had the broad shoulders, muscular arms, and thick thighs to match. Gus was gregarious and friendly and instantly treated Josh as if they had known each other for years.
Gus also seemed to lack any modesty. Gus would walk to and from the shower down the hall wearing only a tiny towel, hanging in dearly around his wide hips. He would come back still wet and would strip off the towel the moment he was back in the room, often talking and joking with Josh while his thick soft cock swung around for Josh to see. And even when not showering, Gus rarely wore more than just his tight white briefs and never wore a shirt.
Josh was embarrassed to look at first, but within a couple of days, Josh just tried hard not to look like he noticed. But secretly, Josh couldn't get enough. Josh had only that summer accepted his own sexuality. Josh had tried kissing a girl in high school but had felt conflicted. Josh had only now come to understand that he was into guys. And Gus was the first man Josh had gotten to see up close and in person.
And what a view. Josh was a literal blond Adonis. From his all-American good looks, the definition of his shoulders, his defined pecks, the small tuft of chest hair, his abs, the v-shape that pointed to his thick soft cock. Easily six inches dangling down over a small, tight nut sac. On to his thick muscular thighs and calves.
Gus would talk about football practice or some girl, all while oblivious to his own nakedness. Josh would keep up his end of the conversation if only to keep watching Gus' body as he moved around the room, often doing push ups or reclining in his bed. After only three days, the two had built a comfortable report, even with Gus' predilection for nudity.
Gus was talking about the girlfriend he had broken up with over the summer to come to school. How she was pretty and fun but the long distance thing just wasn't for him. "Do you have a girlfriend?" Josh had grown so comfortable talking to Gus that his defenses were down. And without even thinking about it, Josh heard his own voice say, "actually, I'm gay."
Josh couldn't believe he had said it. He had never said it. To anyone. He had never even spoken those words out loud to himself. He was about to cascade into panic over his accidental revelation, but he didn't have time. Gus didn't miss a beat. "Oh. Right on. So do you have a boyfriend?"
This response was so unexpected that it seems to take the air out of Josh's lungs. It took him a moment to recover as Gus stared at him, smiling. Finally, Josh managed, "Nope.... still new to all this." Despite Gus' welcoming tone, Josh still worried that Gus might not be cool with it. But once again, Gus assuaged his fears. "Well, this place will take care of that! Hot young guys all over campus. You know probably half are batting for your team. And a handsome guy like you? You'll have to beat them off with a stick."
The openness and accepting nature of Gus' reaction made Josh want to weep. But instead he reached for humor to lighten the mood. "I'll probably just use my hand for that." Gus looked dubious for a moment before erupting in laughter. As the two left for the dining hall, they continued to laugh and joke. And Josh felt accepted (and a little smitten).
Over the next few weeks, the two got even closer. Gus spent a lot of time out with friends, but he spent a lot of time in their room too. They went to most meals together. They played cards and video games all night sometimes. On the weekends, when campus usually emptied, the two would often spend the entire weekend in their room. Talking and hanging out. Josh had never had a friend or ally like Gus before.
And Gus didn't shy away from Josh's sexuality. They even talked a little about what Josh's type was and theorized on who else on campus might be gay and into Josh. Gus wasn't weirded out by Josh being gay. He wasn't threatened by it. This basic acceptance warmed Josh's heart.
At night, when Gus would turn out the light and the two would settle in their beds to go to sleep, Josh would listen to the gentle rustling of fabric and slap of skin as Gus would quietly pull down his jockey shorts and gently beat himself off in the dark. Neither would speak. Gus would be totally quiet until he neared completion. Josh would listen intently as Gus grunted through his climax. Then the unmistakable sound of Kleenex being removed from a box. Then silence. Gus' silent masturbation routine was a nightly occurrence. After the second or third time, Josh found he could not resist, and slipped his own hand beneath the band of his underwear. The two young men, stroking themselves in silence, in the dark, mere feet apart. It was the closest Josh had come to sex with a man. They never discussed it.
A month into the semester, Gus started seeing a girl. It quickly developed into something sort of serious and while Josh was happy for Gus, he was also secretly jealous of the time Gus spent with her. It had only been a week when Gus broached the subject Of bringing his new girlfriend back to their room. "I know you are a heavy sleeper." Gus had said. Did he believe that? Or was this just an extension of their silence on the topic of their nightly simultaneous masturbation? "If I wanted to bring her back here to fuck, would that be cool? We don't have a place to go. We will be real quiet."
Gus has boyish good looks. And when he made this plea to Josh, he seemed childlike. Josh couldn't say no. He didn't want to make Gus mad. He also secretly wanted to be present while
Gus fucked a girl. Sure enough, the next night, Gus sent Josh a text that he and his lady friend were on their way. Josh turned out the light and lay in dark silence. It took Gus and his girl 30 minutes to arrive, and in that time, Josh had fallen asleep.
He woke to the sound of the key in the door. He lay perfectly still as the pitch black of the room was temporarily bathed in dim light from the hall. Josh watched from the darkness as a large figure (clearly Gus) and a short figure (clearly the girl), entered the room and shut the door behind them. Once again in darkness, the two whisperer and giggled as they stumbled to Gus' bed.
They weren't quiet. No one could have slept through it. They whispered loudly like theater kids on a stage. She giggled a lot. Josh could see nothing, not even the outline of their bodies. But he heard them kissing for a long time. The brush of skin on skins. Whisper. A wet mouth in flesh. Whisper. Giggle. Whisper. Gus making low grunting sounds. From the absence of her giggles during this part, Josh surmised that she must have Gus' fat cock in her mouth. He envied her. Josh hadn't seen it hard, but based on its flaccid size, it was huge. Josh quietly slipped his hand under his waistband as the couple moved in.
The rustle of sheets as she repositioned herself in the bed. Then a quiet grunt from Gus as she slid herself down on his cock. The change in location of her voice and his told Josh that she was riding cowgirl style across his lap. After a few minutes, the two seemed to simultaneously grunt and she muffled her own mouth as they both orgasmed in the dark. Josh orgasmed about the same time.
The two lay there whispering a few minutes before she rose from the bed, dressed in the dark, and left. Almost as soon as she left, Gus spoke. His voice seemed loud in comparison to the silence of the room. "I know we weren't very quiet. Sorry." For a moment, Josh was embarrassed and didn't know what to do. But Gus had obviously known that Josh was listening. He must have wanted him to. It was obvious. Finally, Josh managed. "It's cool." Gus wished him good night and they fell asleep in their respective beds.
Gus brought her back multiple times a week for a month. Each time identical. Total darkness. Just sounds. She was seemingly oblivious to the fact that Josh was listening, so Josh kept up the pretense. He would pretend to be asleep while he quietly jerked off to the sound. Josh was really starting to like it. It felt dirty and weird. He also imagined himself in her place.
Then one night, Gus came home alone. They had broken up. She had been seeing someone else. She hadn't been honest about it. The details weren't that important. Gus wasn't despondent, but he was clearly bummed. It was the first time Gus had ever been less than happy and energetic. Josh didn't like it. They talked for a while. Then Gus suggested that they should just try to get some sleep and turned out the light.
But then, unlike most nights, Gus kept talking after the light went out. "The worst part is, she let me take her out and get myself all worked up only to break up with me at the end of the night. Right when I think I'm about to get my dick wet, she bails. Not like she owes me or anything, but come on."
Josh was quiet. He didn't know what to say.
"I'm tired of jerking off all the time." Gus said.
Silence from Josh. He wanted to crawl out of his skin. Gus had him so worked up. Josh's cock strained against his boxer briefs.
"Sometimes I wish I had a girl that was just for fucking." Gus said. "No relationship, no dating, no complications. Just getting off."
Josh couldn't believe his ears. Gus couldn't haven't made it more clear. But Josh was a virgin. He didn't know how this worked. Aside from porn (which was a lousy teaching tool), he knew nothing about this. But he was so into Gus. And Gus was sending signals, he was sure if it. Josh's face was red, his ears hot to the touch as his blood rushed to his head.
Josh told himself that it was crazy and that he couldn't do it. Wouldn't do it. So he was all the more surprised to find himself standing at the side of Gus' bed. Josh willed his body to go back to his own bed. It did not respond. He willed his hand not to reach out toward where Gus must be laying. And yet it did. The room was in total darkness. Josh reached out gingerly until his fingertips reached the small patch of hair just below Gus' naval. The sound of Gus breathing had been the only sound in the room. The moment his fingers touched Gus tummy, the breathing stopped. Gus didn't speak. Or move.
Josh had never touched someone like this before. He had thought about it. But never done it. It was as if electricity was passing through Gus and into Josh. In silence, Josh moved his hand down to find what he thought he would find. Gus' massive dong was hard as a rock and sticking up. Gus had (while laying in darkness talking to Josh, slipped his cock out over the waistband of his underwear and stroked himself into a boner. Josh found it and grasped it firmly. It felt hot. Almost feverish. Josh wrapped his hand around it and began to stroke Gus.
The room was silent a few moments longer before Gus grunted softly and began to breathe slowly. Josh couldn't believe he was touching a dick. Touching Gus. But if Gus was going to rebuff his advances, he had not done so. Without even thinking, Josh, as if tapping into some genetic coded behavior, bent at the waste and brought his mouth to where his hand was. Gus grunted with surprise as Josh closed his lips over the head of his eight hard inches.
Josh would only realize later each new sensation. The white hot heat of Gus' giant cock inside his mouth. The smoothness of the shaft on his tongue. The hint of salt on his tongue. The wiff of body wash and musk in his nose. But perhaps the best part was the soft, almost whispered grunts from Gus.
Josh had imagined sucking a cock a thousand times. But it was unlike anything he could have imagined. As a million thoughts raced through his mind, his body and mouth went into auto pilot. Some deep instinctual factor took control of him. He slowly climbed into Gus' bed, positioning his slender toned body between Gus' beefy thighs. All while careful to keep Gus' cock in his mouth. Josh, in his new position, was able to get a better motion up and down, now taking roughly half of Gus' cock with each down stroke.
Gus was not only long, but thick, and the inexperienced Josh struggled to take more. Josh looked up toward Gus' face, eager to see the expression on his face, but the room was too dark. But just then, he felt Gus' fingers, which were seeking through the dark, brushed against Josh's face. Once his fingertips made contact, Gus gingerly began to rub Josh's cheek before sliding down to touch Josh's throat and prominent Adam's apple.
The touch of Gus' fingers on his face meant a lot to Josh. As if Gus wasn't just some drunken straight guy using the nearest available mouth, but that he was just as into it as Josh was. Just then, Gus' breath began to quicken and Josh knew what was about to happen. But he was surprised when Gus' hand suddenly moved to the back of Josh's head and pulled him down onto his cock.
Josh was surprised as Gus's cock forced its way down his throat. Josh involuntarily gagged, but even as he choked, he felt Gus's cock pulse. Josh couldn't breathe, he could only strain against the cock filling his throat as it pulsates hot jizz down his throat. Time slowed for Josh as it took days for Gus to grunt his way through his orgasm. But finally, Gus' climax subsided and he released Josh's head. Josh involuntarily recoiled, yanking his head off of Gus' monster cock and gasping for air.
Once again, instinct took over, and even as air flooded into his burning lungs, Josh immediately put his mouth back in the cock, licking it clean as he swallowed multiple times to ingest any remaining jizz. As Gus' grunts stopped, the room was once again quiet, and Josh began to feel awkward. Thinking he should return to his bed, he began to rise, only to have Gus put his strong hand on Josh's shoulder and pull him toward him, guiding him to lay his head on Gus' defined chest.
Gus didn't speak, so neither did Josh. Josh relished the heat of Gus' pecs against his face. In Josh's lap, his cock was rock hard, having left a large wet spot of precum in his boxer briefs. He thought for just a second that he should stroke his cock, but somehow, it seems better to just lay with Gus. Just then, Gus wrapped his arm around Josh's shoulder, again without saying a word. Josh wasn't sure if he could hear Gus lightly snoring as he himself fell asleep.