I was concerned at first when I met my new roommate at college. Being small and pretty much the computer geek type I was intimidated walking in and seeing him standing there, over 6 feet and with the broad shoulders and athletic build of a jock. I had been hoping for someone more like me, nerdy, less threatening, and I have to admit, I really was hoping for someone gay, simply so those nights that we both struck out, we could always fall back on each other, literally.
Well, Tom wasn't any of that and I was certainly trying my best that first day to keep any mannerisms in check that might give away my orientation. I tried to keep my eyes to myself, which was hard, he did have a great body and wonderfully bright blue eyes. I felt like I had managed alright, but was still hoping to request a room transfer (preferably right after the first gay student group meeting, hoping to find another guy stuck with a straight roommate) all the same. To this day, I don't know what gave me away, but around midnight, after finally getting everything moved in and put away, right as we decided to turn in for the night he asked me flat out, "You're gay aren't you?'
I'm a bad liar, and tried to stammer out a denial but it didn't work, he didn't believe me, "it's cool, I don't care. You aren't dumb enough to try to fuck me in my sleep." And with that, the first day ended.
The next day, I did stop off and pick up the transfer paperwork. I felt really uncomfortable with Tom knowing. Sure he seemed cool about it, but I really didn't know, the guys like him that I knew in high school certainly wouldn't have been cool about it. There was one other kid I knew in high school that was suspected of being gay, and his life was made a living hell by the jocks. That is why I was so relieved to have made it through, under the radar, occasionally going on a date with one or two harmless girls, just to keep the cover up.
But here I was, two days into college, and the cover was blown, by my room mate. I was happy to find the room empty when I got back with the first load of books I needed to purchase and decided to take a shower.. I know it was odd, but being gay, I felt odd getting naked around straight guys. I guess I was afraid they would see me get hard or something, but I decided to use the time to get a shower where I wouldn't have to worry about being it with Tom.
Halfway through the shower, I hear the door close and then Tom walk in the bathroom and begin to take a long piss. I froze, not sure why hidden behind the curtain he couldn't see anything and I know he had to know I was there. But I held my breath and just listened, waiting for him to finish and leave. No such luck, he hadn't even finished peeing before he was talking up a storm, asking me if I had found all my books yet, how much it had cost me and all sorts of other details. He was finally finished peeing, yet I could tell by his voice that he didn't leave the bathroom. He was hanging out, waiting, still talking. I was trying to be as short with my answers as possible, but he was not taking the hint. I finally had to turn off the water as it was getting freezing. If you had lived in a dorm ins school, you know what I am talking about, at most you have five minutes of hot water, then five minutes of warm water and then, freezing cold water.
So shut it off and reached around the shower curtain and dragged my towel inside and wrapped it around me before stepping out. Tom was right there waiting, sitting on the closed toilet lid. "So, Tom, you going to shower? There isn't much hot water left, sorry."
"That's ok, I wasn't planning on it right now, just hanging out," he replied.
"Ok," I said and moved into the room and started digging around in my drawers for some clean clothes.
"Do I make you nervous?" Tom asked. "Cause you seem a little nervous when I'm around."
"No, not really," I lied, hoping to do better than yesterday since I didn't have to look him in the eye as I said it.
"Well, I don't want you to be. It really doesn't bother me that you are queer. You don't have to worry about that. I don't care that you like to suck dicks. I mean, you do don't you?"
"Actually, I've never had sex with a guy yet," I said, which was the complete truth. I had felt one guy up once at a party, but we were almost caught, and I was too scared to ever try again.
"Then how do you know you are gay?"
"Didn't you know you were straight before you had sex with a girl?" I replied.
"Yeah, I guess I mean, how do you know you will like it? What if you are gay, yet don't like dicks?" he replied.
"That would be pretty unfortunate," I said.
"You should try one," Tom said. Then undoing his pants and pulling out his dick he said, "suck mine, see if you like it."
I was getting very hard, but felt like this could be some sort of set-up. "Um, no, I don't think I should."
"Go on, I don't care that you are a guy. As long as it is only your mouth, it doesn't make me gay. I know you want to suck it."
Being 18, gay, and a complete virgin, I didn't need another word of encouragement, I just dropped to my knees and slid it into my mouth. I didn't really know what to do at first, but clearly Tom had made good use of many of the cheerleaders at his school and was soon fucking my mouth, letting me relax and enjoy the feeling and the taste of his dick. Yes, I loved it.
The thick head brushed the roof of my mouth and little drops of precum fell on my tongue, sweet and salty at the same time. I was enjoying this, and before long and taken control and was leading the action. Slowly I began to take it further in, sliding my lips so far down the shaft that I could feel the pubic hair tickling my nose as the seven inches went deep into my throat. I held it there, hugging it with my mouth. I then slid it out and began to do it again.
It wasn't long and he was grunting and groaning. I knew what was coming, and I was quite excited, ready, willing and eager. When the first splash hit my throat, I almost gagged, but the next ones were easier to take and I was soon swallowing it down no problem.
"So, you really do like dick?" Tom asked as he pulled out of my mouth.
"Yes, I really do."
"And even the cum, you like that?"
"Yes, it's not so bad, actually kind of interesting sliding down," I replied.
"You want to do it again sometime?"
"Sure, anytime...as long as you don't think it's too gay."
"Oh, not for me it's not, for you, yeah," he paused for a moment, then said something that started a pact we kept all through the next four years of rooming together (yes, I never turned in the transfer request). "I like to jerk off every night before going to sleep, that is unless I got to fuck some girl. How about if I let you suck me off any night you feel like it? Hell, why don't we say right here and now, that every drop of cum that I squirt in this dorm makes its way down your throat? Whether you suck it, or I just jack off while you watch. Not a drop gets wasted, you will eat all of it, even lick it off my stomach if you have to. Every night, whether I let you suck it ot or if I jerk off, you eat my cum, ALL OF IT. Do we have a deal?"
Like I said, I was 18, so of course I said, "Fuck yes! We have a deal!" before returning his dick to my mouth to make sure I got every drop he had.
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