COLLEGE SUITEMATE
My freshman dorm at college was arranged in suites, four people to a suite. We had small single rooms and common use of a bathroom. One of my suitemates was from Chicago. We became friends almost immediately, which was surprising to me as we had little in common. He drank and chased women, while I was shy, a non-drinker, and studious.
One Friday night about three or four weeks after school started, Bob came back to the dorm very drunk. It was a violation of campus policy to have alcoholic beverages on campus. I didn't know where he had been drinking, but the university officials were very strict, and I knew I had to quiet him down. Our other suitemates were out, so I tried to talk Bob into going to bed. He was loud and I was afraid the dorm advisor would hear him. He was bigger than I was, and I had a difficult time managing him. I finally got him into the bathroom. He was so drunk he couldn't undress himself very well, so I helped him. My only concern was to get him into bed and quiet. I honestly didn't expect anything to happen, but as I was helping him undress, I got really excited. I decided to get him into the shower, telling myself it was an attempt to sober him up. The more of his clothing I removed the more excited I became. He was 18 and had an abundance of hair on his chest. His shoulders were broad and he had a small waist. He looked like a football player but he wasn't. He was the kind of guy that looks like an athlete without much effort on his part. Anyway, I had all of his clothes off him except for his striped boxer shorts. I couldn't wait to see his cock. I jerked his shorts down and there it was. He was circumcised and his cock hung down about four inches. It dangled there so temptingly that I couldn't resist. I bent over and kissed the head of it. It was smooth and hot. My heart was beating a mile a minute. I groped him. His balls were hairy and seemed big to me. I let my fingers stray into hairy nest he had under them. I could feel his legs begin to tremble and I ran a finger further into the moist warmth of his ass crack. My face was so close that I could smell the masculine odor of his sweaty sex organs. I completely forgot about Bob and the reason we were in the bathroom. It was as if all that existed were his body and me. I started to lick the shaft of his rapidly stiffening cock. The more erect his cock became the more excited I got. When it was completely hard, I took as much of it as I could into my mouth. My teasing finger found his hairy, sweaty anus, and as I pressed against it I could feel it yielding to the pressure. He began thrusting his cock in my mouth, and before I knew it, my finger was totally buried in his hot asshole. I suddenly became aware of what was happening. This was my suitemate and I had been very careful to conceal my homosexuality from him. I didn't want to jeopardize my friendship with him, and I remember thinking that I might as well leave the university. But I was reluctant to stop sucking and fingering him, it felt so good. I let his cock out of my mouth. Bob came out of his stupor when I stopped and told me to keep going it, so I took him into my mouth again. He leaned against the wall and let me finish him off. When he came, his asshole squeezed down on my finger hard and there was more cum than I expected. I swallowed it all and loved it. I got him into the shower, and when he was through I helped dry him off. Then I got him into bed and he fell asleep right away.
I was worried about how he would react the next morning, but as things turned out there wasn't much to worry about. We had a long talk when when he woke up. He said that he wasn't mad, that he was straight but wasn't about to turn down a blow job from anyone. He still went after girls, but I got to service him regularly. He never did anything to me as far as sex was concerned, but I didn't need anything from him. I was content to suck him and fondle his body.
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