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Chapter 1 - School
My first year away at college was actually my junior year, having spent my freshman and sophomore years at a local jr college, getting my GE out of the way. I had chosen to attend a Christian college up where the border of Los Angeles and Orange counties meet. So, on move in day, my dad and I got there as early as was allowed, got all my stuff unloaded and into the dorm room, and started to get settled. I had not met my roommate yet, but knew a bit about him. His name was Matt, we were both juniors, both the same age, but he had gone to this school since he was a freshman. That's all I knew. So, as dad and I were just getting the last of my stuff put away, the dorm room door opened, and in walked a young guy with slightly shaggy brown hair, wearing a loose fitting tank top and OP shorts, with flip flops. As he walked in he looked at my dad and I.
"John?" he asked. "Yeah" I said, thrusting out my hand for him to shake. It was then I realized he had a box in his hand. He placed it on the floor and extended his hand, shaking it firmly. He was tan, very tan. He then extended his hand to my dad and shook it firmly as well.
"My dad's still getting stuff out of the van," he started. "I'll be right back." Both my dad and I spoke up that we'd help, and we followed him down to the now crowded corridor of the boy's dorms. Out in the parking lot we walked up to a van conversion, with the doors open and saw someone that I assumed was Matt's dad, busily unloading it. Matt introduced me to his dad, and my dad introduced himself. We all grabbed a box, and walked it upstairs to our dorm room, which was on the top floor. Since Matt was a junior, and had been a resident in this hall since his freshman year, he was able to select a room that was better than bottom floor. After a couple of trips we were able to get all of Matt's stuff in the room. By then it was lunchtime, so Matt's dad suggested we go eat lunch. The campus food service was not up yet, so we drove off campus with Matt and his dad to Denny's and had lunch. After lunch we returned, and my dad took off for home. I helped Matt and his dad get his stuff unpacked, and soon his dad left to beat the traffic going back to Thousand Oaks. The rest of the afternoon Matt and I got all his stuff put away. Finally, about dinnertime Matt and I found that the main dining hall had opened, so we grabbed some food. During that time several of Matt's friends came by to chat, and by the end of the evening I had met a few guys and a couple of girls. One of the guys invited us to his room in the fraternity that he was a member of, so we headed over there. It was a good time - great guys, all Christians, and we hung out there until almost midnight, watching a movie and just chatting.
School started a few days later, and Matt had spent the time before that first day giving me a tour of the campus, showing me the best routes to various classrooms and lecture halls. He let me in on the best dining halls, when to hit the bathrooms in our dorm, and he continued to introduce me to many people he knew on campus. By the time classes started I was known by many of Matt's friends, and found that some of them had classes with me. As the school year progressed, Matt also helped introduce me to some of the girls on campus, and I found myself on many double dates with him. Matt was really good at giving advice, guiding me to realizing that I shouldn't "fall in love" right away, but just date for the fun of it. By Christmastime I had gone on about 12 dates, some of those were 2nd dates. I was more confident and enjoying life. When the Christmas Holidays were done, we both returned to our dorm life. But during his time away, Matt had gotten a little more serious with a girl named Gina, and he was spending more and more time with her. It was no biggy for me: I had now made many friends and I'd spend time with them. I didn't date as much, since many of the dates I had been on where doubles with Matt. But I was still dating, and finding it very liberating NOT to fall in love. Soon, the end of the school year was coming and Matt and I found ourselves studying until 2 or sometimes 3 in the morning. It was fine: I couldn't believe that I was able to stay up that late and still function the next day. But, about 2 days before finals started, things changed.
It was a Friday night, and curfew was 11 PM. I had gone to bed early, since I had gotten up early to study, but I was not asleep. Shortly after 11, just as the dorm room "sergeant" (that's what we called him) did his rounds to check for any guys not in their rooms, Matt came into our room. The lights were off, but there was light coming into the window from a pathway light just below our window. I had gotten used to it, and most of the time we kept the curtains shut. Tonight they were open, so I could see Matt as he came in. He was quiet, probably thought I was asleep. He stripped off his clothes down to his boxers, and climbed into his bed. I will admit that in the months of living with Matt we had both stripped down to our underwear or sometimes even naked in each other's presence, and had gotten used to it. Although I will admit that my interest in smooth young guys had been stimulated a bit when I'd see him naked. He was careful never to show me his dick and balls, but I had seen them a couple of times, and remembered that he was smooth, and had a very small pubic patch at the base of his dick. One time, during a weekend spent at my parent's, I had jacked off thinking of him, but never moved it to the front of my mind, or ever fantasized about him sexually.
He slipped into his bed, pulling the sheet and blanket over him. I started to feel myself fall asleep, when I heard the sound of Matt's bedding being tossed back. Then I heard the unmistakable sound of his shorts being pulled down. I was facing the wall, but my mind was racing - was he jacking? I turned over to face him, making it appear that it was just me tossing in my sleep, and sure enough, through my eyes (even though I needed to wear glasses), I could see him stroking himself. I lay there, breathing deeply to make him think I was asleep, yet finding myself excited to be watching my roomie jack off. The light from the lamp was bouncing off the cottage cheese ceiling, reflecting back on him, so he was visible in the room. With his right hand he was slowly stroking his now fully erect cock, and with his left hand he'd alternate between playing this his smooth balls, or rubbing his left thigh, or tickling his nipples (which I assumed were erect too), and then sometimes he'd just rest his hand behind his head, propping it up as to get a better "look". For myself, I was growing VERY stiff in my briefs, feeling like I wanted to jack off too. I hadn't since my last time home, which was a few weeks back. I had a full load in my balls, and watching Matt jacking was really wanting to make me release that load myself. But I was cautious, and still pretended I was asleep. It wasn't long before I heard Matt's breathing quicken, and get shallower, and then, he stopped, and in the dimly lit room I could barely see the jets of white cum shoot out of his cock. I could sense him relaxing, still stroking his cock as he continued to cum. It was then I realized that, most likely, he had nothing to clean himself up with, unless he used his shorts or his shirt that he had tossed on the floor. It was then that I thought of a bold move.
I pulled back my sheet and blanket, and getting up out of bed, reached for the Kleenex box, which was on my side of the room. I stepped across the short distance between our two beds, standing next to his bed, and holding out the box of Kleenex.
"I figured you needed these." I tried to be as matter-of-factly about it as possible. "Thanks," Matt said quietly, taking out 3-4 tissues. He wiped his face first, which told me he'd shot far. He pulled out a few more Kleenex and wiped the area of his chest. Then he tooks some more Kleenex, wiping his flat belly and cleaning out his belly button. Then he took a few more Kleenex, and lifting up his still erect cock, wiped it down and then the patch of hair at the base, and finished up his belly.
"That was A LOT," he said, dropping all the Kleenex to the floor. "That's what happens when you don't jerk off for a few weeks, and you get hot with your girlfriend but she won't do anything." I asked what had happened, and Matt told me that he and Gina had been making out in a nice quiet spot, and he tried to cop a feel of her tits. In the past he had told me that they were borderline active sexually. He had told me of times they French kissed, or humped each other. So, he was surprised that she wouldn't let him feel her up. He said that's why he had jerked off - he's been horned up because he thought he was going to get some tit in his hand, and he had to get off. Then he looked up at me, standing next to his bed, just in my tighty whities with a full bulge and the tip of my cockhead peeking out over the waistband. "When did you last jerk off, John?" I shrugged my shoulders, dropping the Kleenex box on the nightstand next to his bed. "Last time I was at home," I responded, "so like what, 4 weeks or so ago." Matt then propped himself up on his elbows, and looked at my bulge in my briefs. He then pushed himself up a bit and reached over, touching the exposed tip of my cock. Looking up at me and giving an impish smile, he said "Looks like you enjoyed me jerking off as much as I did." He then moved his hand down and started to squeeze my dick through my briefs, using his thumb and forefinger. "Maybe you enjoyed it even more." Now he started to run his fingers along my hardened shaft, still through the fabric of my briefs. I felt myself actually get harder! He then moved his free hand up to the waistband of my shorts, and pulled it out away from me and down, releasing my enlarged cock. He continued to pull down, working his way around the waistband, freeing my briefs from my hips. As he reached behind me to pull my briefs over my flat butt, I felt my cock touch his cheek, and felt the stickyness of my precum as it left a damp on his smooth cheek. He pulled back, working my briefs down to the floor. Then he shifted himself to the far side of his bed, patting the area he just vacated. "Lay down, John," he whispered suggestively. He patted the bed again - I didn't need a 2nd invitation. I stepped out of my briefs, and laid down next to Matt. He was laying on his side, so I had room. As I moved into a comfortable position I could feel his naked body pressing against mine, and feel his still semi-hard cock pressed against my hip. He had one hand propping up his head, so he was looking down at me.
"So," he started. "Ever been jerked off by a guy before?" As he asked this question he took my fully hard cock in his hand, and started to gently massage it. Damn! If felt GOOD! His motions were gentle yet firm. "No," I replied truthfully. "I've only played with myself." I lay there, feeling the gentle firmness of his stroking motions of my cock. I'd feel him alter his grip, sometimes firm, sometimes loose. He'd alter between circling my shaft with his hand, or just using his thumb and forefinger. Then he'd let go, and run his hand over my hairy balls. "Dude, you are hairy down there!" he declared in a whisper. I responded that I had always been, since i was in jr. high. "You should trim it off. I trim mine, although I don't have to do my balls. I don't have hair on there." As he said this I looked down to what I could see of his cock (since he was pressed against me I couldn't see it too well.) Matt noticed me looking, so he backed away a bit, revealing his smooth balls and just a small patch at the base of his cock. "Actually," he started. "I do need to trim again. I use my dad's beard trimmer. I put a #1 on there and get it smooth. I even shaved it once. Made me look like I was 14." As he said that my cock leaped, not just because he was stroking it, but the thought of him looking like a 14 year old was hot to me. I had always liked younger teen guys, ever since I had the crush on our 13 year old paperboy when I was 15. Matt must've sensed something, because after my cock jiggled from what he said, he started to stroke me firmly, at the same time, pressing himself against me so that his now fully hard cock was leaking on my hip.
After a couple of minutes of his jerking me, and playing with my shaft and balls, he leaned over and whispered in my ear. "You didn't answer my question," he said, in a somewhat authoritarian tone. "Have you ever been jerked off by another guy before?" I told him no. Then he got close to my ear - almost close enough to kiss my cheek. "So, then, I would guess you've never had your cock sucked off by a guy either." This was so matter of factly stated, that I just simply said "no." He released my cock, and pushed himself up a bit from the bed. "Well, then," he started. "First time for everything, right?" In the room's dim light I could see a small, impish smile cross his face. Then, he moved himself down towards the foot of the bed, and laid down across my legs, positioning his face over my crotch. He moved my legs such that they were not under him, but somewhat over his shoulders. I put my hands behind my head, propping myself up to watch as Matt took my cock in his hand, and with his tongue, licked the ooze of precum off the tip of my cock. HOLY CRAP!, I thought! He then laced his tongue down the vein of my cock shaft, down to my balls, where he stopped, and spit a hair out. "Man!" he started. "You ARE hairy!" I giggled self conciously. Matt then took the head of my cock into his mouth. I could feel the wet warmth as his tongue swirled around my cock head. He pulled off me, stroked me a few times, then went fully down on me, slowly taking me into his mouth all the way down to my balls! SHIT! I couldn't believe this. I threw my head back in ecstasy. I was used to not making noise, since all the years living at home, with my mom such a light sleeper, I had learned to be quiet when I climaxed. So, as Matt started to bob up and down on my cock, I just moaned quietly. I lay there, getting sucked, thinking of how I had wanted to suck a young guy, and here was a young guy sucking me. All the sexual feelings for Matt that I had buried now released themselves. I laid there enjoying his oral attentiveness, wondering if I was his first - feeling pretty confident I wasn't. He was too good. But soon I felt it - the feeling of being just about ready to cum. I whispered that I was going to cum, expecting him to pull off of me, but he didn't. Then it happened - the best orgasm I'd ever had. I felt my belly tighten, and my legs stretched out, and I sat up a bit as I felt my cock explode, shooting God knew how much cum into Matt's mouth. He did not pull off as my cock pulsed repeatedly, shooting more into him. I figured that if he'd not eaten it I would have spayed all the way to my face, maybe even to the wall behind his pillow! It was that forceful. As my cock slowed its pulses, I felt Matt almost suck on me like I was a straw, draining out and swallowing as much of my cum as he could. Finally, he stopped, and pulled off my still swollen cock, licking his lips. "Kleenex," was all he said. I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the Kleenex box. He pulled out a few Kleenexes and I could see him wipe off his mouth a bit.
"Wow," he said quietly. "That was a HUGE load!" I giggled again, and whispered "Thanks." He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and then lay back down next to me. I looked in his eyes.
"That was awesome, man," I said. We laid there for a few seconds before I spoke again. "So,' I began. "I'm guessin' I'm, uh, well, not your first, right?" Matt started to run his fingers through my forest of pubic hair.
"No," he quietly replied. After a pause he said "you're....my...." and tapped his fingers on my belly, obviously counting. ".....fourth," he finally said.
"Fourth?" I asked.
Matt giggled. "You sound surprised," he said. "Too many?" he asked.
"No," I replied. "I actually thought it'd be more - like 8 or 10 guys including me." Matt sniggered.
"Nah," he said, now lying against the wall. "My first was with a buddy when we were 12. It was the first time I ever sucked dick. The 2nd was another guy when I was 16 and he was 15, and that was the first time I swallowed. The a couple of summers ago I was a counselor at our church summer stuff, and there was a 16 year old guy that, well, kinda made it obvious he was into suckin' cock. So, one night my family was out, and I invited him over, and he sucked ME off." Matt looked at me, and said "That's all I've ever done - jerk, suck and be sucked. Never did anything else like anal or anything." I laid there, thinking to myself I'd never done anything, other than playing with a buddy just before I turned 13, and having the crush on our 13 year old paperboy when I was 15. But I decided not to say anything. Matt now started to touch my almost totally limp dick, which made me jump a bit, and I lifted up my head slightly to see him touching me again. "Sorry," he started. I laid back my head into the pillow, and looked at the clock in our room - it was after midnight. I mentioned that I was tired and pushed myself out of bed, picking my briefs up off the floor and slipping back into them. As I went to my bed I heard the sound of Matt's bedding being pulled back up, and then as I got into my bed I saw him turn and face the wall, sleeping on his side. I lay in my bed, tired, but thinking of what had just happened. I pretty much fell asleep convinced that this was a one-time thing, and we'd never do this again. I was asleep soon after that.
The next morning dawned and it was like nothing had happened the night before. We hung out with some of our friends as we usually did in the morning, and then, since finals were coming. And for the next couple of weeks as we went through finals, we barely saw each other. I knew he wasn't avoiding me, and I was intentionally acting in a way to show I was not avoiding him. Finally, after all the exams were over, we headed out with his girlfriend, and a girl that I liked that happened to know Matt, and we enjoyed dinner and then a movie. Soon, move out day was upon us, and Matt's dad, along with my dad, were at the dorm room, helping us move out. As we said our goodbyes, Matt shook my hand, then took me in a manly embrace.