Carlos, My Mexican Roommate
By Terry Tradders terrytradders@yahoo.com
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This is about sex between two 18 year old freshman college students. If reading that is illegal in your area, or if you are under 18 then proceed at your own risk . Carlos is Mexican-American but calls himself Mexican so I guess it is OK for me to call him that too.
Carlos, My Mexican Roomate
By Terry Tradders terrytradders@yahoo.com
This happened a long time ago when I was still in the closet, even to myself, although there had been plenty of signs that I tried to ignore..
I was 18 years old, just starting in college. I was assigned a room in the dorm where I would have an unknown roommate. I was told that he had left for the weekend and would be back on Monday.
It was hot in the room so I stripped to my white underwear. A mirror caught my eye and I stared for a moment at at the cute young man there. I turned away guiltily. Were all boys turned on by their own bodies? Or was I different?
I was curious about my roommate. Was he nice or an asshole? Was he fat? Was he cute? My hormones surged at that thought and I felt guilty again. I opened the closet doors. His clothes hung on hangers on the left side -- dirty clothes were piled on the floor. A baseball bat, glove, and ball were on the top shelf. Also a basketball, football and tennis racket. So he was an athlete -- probably in good shape.
I lifted up a pair of well-worn blue jeans from the pile on the floor. They were my size, 27 waist. I smelled them and felt my penis start to swell up. It was too late now to stop my shameful desire. I dug further into the pile of clothes and found his cotton bikini underwear. I buried my nose in it, right where his penis would have been. Oh My God!
I stripped off my tighty whities and put on his bikini. My hardening penis bulged out the thin cloth and throbbed. I checked the door again to make sure that it was locked and then put on his jeans. They fit perfectly!
I pulled out a shirt from the pile of dirty clothes, a western long sleeve with snaps. So he was sort of a cowboy although I did not see a hat. Then I put on his tennis shoes and turned to look at the boy in the mirror. I slowly unbuttoned the shirt, revealing the smooth skin underneath. Then I unbuttoned the jeans and pulled out my swollen penis, resting my balls on the elastic band of the bikini. I was totally hard now and I started stroking myself while imagining that I was looking at my roommate.
Just then I heard a click and the door swung open!
"Hi, roommate, I am Carlos."
Then he froze with his mouth opened in surprise, his expression changing from friendliness, to shock and then anger as he realized what he was seeing "What the fuck! Why are you wearing my clothes?"
I was frantically trying to get my hard penis back in his pants and I could see in the mirror that he saw it.
"Get the fuck out of my clothes before I kick your queer ass! I can't believe they gave me a fucking queer for a roommate!" His fists were doubled up like he was about to knock the shit out of me.
Trembling with fear, I stripped naked, put on my own clothes as quick as I could and sat on the bed.
"Not that bed, damn it. That one's yours. And keep your queer ass on your side of the room or I will beat the crap out of you. Pinche puto maricón, fucking faggot!"
"I'm sorry," I stuttered. I just wanted to try on those clothes because I, uh, need to buy some new ones and ..."
"Shut up, queer. On Monday I am going to the administration to get you kicked out of my room, out of the dorm and maybe out of the university. Meanwhile don't get near me!"
I was wrecked. My first day at university and I am probably going to get expelled. Even if that doesn't happen he will be telling everybody what occurred. My reputation will be fucked before I even have one. My parents will probably find out what happened. I was so stupid in letting my crazy, perverted thoughts lead me into this situation. Feeling like shit, I lied down on my bed and wept. Carlos ignored me.
Later that evening Carlos gathered some fresh clothes from the closet and went into the bathroom. I heard the shower running. He came back out fully dressed, checked himself out in the mirror and left without saying anything. Carlos was a damn nice-looking guy and I could have had him as a roommate for the whole semester if I hadn't fucked up. I tried to read my math book but couldn't concentrate. I tried to sleep but was too worried. Carlos was probably having a good time. Damn!
Carlos came back about three in the morning, turned on the lights and went into the bathroom. He smelled like beer. I heard him piss in the toilet, a long piss, lots of piss. He came out and said, "Damn girls! They get you horny and then won't give you any pussy. Of course, that would not bother a queer boy like you. Or maybe that is why you turned queer, uh, Puto?"
"I am not a queer, Carlos. I have a girlfriend and we are going to get married."
"Sure, like I believe it."
"No, its true. Look, here is her picture." I sat up and started looking through my wallet for her picture. Carlos was taking off his clothes to go to bed.
"Here, look." Her name is Janice."
Carlos is now in his bikini shorts. I felt my hormones surging again.
"Hmmm, not bad. I would fuck her. Have you?"
"Well, uh, not yet. She wants to wait until we are married."
"Bull shit! They all say that but they really want it as much as you do. You just have to seduce them properly. Bring her over here and I will fuck her."
Then Carlos pulled down his bikini and started rubbing the head of his swollen, drooling penis all over the face of my girlfriend. "Do you think she will like this Mexican verga?" he asked."
I snatched the picture away from him, pissed off, and wiped the slime off of it. "Fuck you, Carlos," I said.
Carlos laughed, pulled off his bikini and stood completely naked before me, his penis rising in jerks. "I'll tell you what, Putito, suck my dick and I will forgive what you did today."
"No way, Carlos. I am not queer. I have never done that. Besides you would probably tell everyone that I did it."
"No, I promise. It will be our little secret. Suck me off and I will not get you kicked out of the dorm or the school. Do it or your girlfriend will be doing it for me after you are gone."
Carlos' dick was standing up stiff now and he had a challenging smirk on his face. He knew that he had me. I gazed up into his dark eyes and then down his smooth, toned body to the stiff brown dick that was inches from my face. The foreskin was pulling back, revealing a shiny maroon head. I felt dizzy, as if I had been the one drinking the beer.
"Suck me, Putito. Here is some good Mexican dick for you."
I had no choice.
Carlos and I actually became friends after that night. He and I would go out together, go to parties, go to ball games. I watched and cheered for him at the tennis courts. And when he did not get any pussy from my girlfriend or another girl he would again threaten to tell everyone that I was queer unless I sucked him. I guess I needed that at first so that I could hold on to the the illusion that I was straight. But after a while I guess we both knew that I loved sucking him, yet we continued the pretense.
Carlos flunked out after the first semester. He partied too much.
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