College is turning out to be more interesting than I expected. I feel like I'm a double agent. I have to sneak around and hide who I am from my roommate. Let me take a step back and explain. My name is Lucas. I'm basically an average white guy. I'm 5'11" with brown hair and brown eyes. I'm naturally skinny, but not bony. I don't really have muscles, but if I really focus and flex my arm as hard as I can, small bicep and tricep muscles appear.
Now let me get you up to date. I was a star guard on the basketball team during high school. I hung out with my basketball teammates a lot. I particularly loved hanging out with Lionel. Lionel was and still is a fine ass black guy. His skin is a silky smooth chocolate canvas that I want to paint all over, if you catch my drift. He's 6'2" now, but he was only about 6' most of high school. His body is so much better than mine. The boy has an 8 pack for goodness sake. He doesn't have to flex to make a muscle because his body is well toned and his muscles are all well defined. I love that he's not bulky either. I have a thing against bodybuilder types. Ooh, and his dick, wow! I have seen his dick a million times over the past few years and he lives up to the stereotype. His dick must be about 9 inches when it's soft, and it's thick too. Sometimes I wonder if my small self can handle him, but truthfully, I don't care. If he ever decides to dish it out, I'll do whatever I have to do to take it.
Lionel's nickname is Jay, but I can't seem to break the habit of calling him Lionel. Plus I think Lucas and Lionel sounds cuter than Lucas and Jay. I'm not the only person who calls him Lionel though. He had to go by Lionel on the basketball team because there was already another Jay and about four other guys from the team had the same last name as him. Coach didn't want confusion when he yelled out names, so Lionel told him it was okay to call him Lionel.
How he became my roommate is still confusing to me. I didn't even know he was planning on coming to this school. He had basketball scholarships to schools all over the country, but he never made an official announcement about where he was going. I assumed he was going to stay close to home, because he loved his family to death. I asked him about it a few times and he said he hadn't made a decision. He was gone all that summer, playing basketball for some summer league. I talked to him on the phone once or twice, but I resigned myself to never seeing him again. I admit now that I was being a little overdramatic.
Anyway, my parents bring me up to the campus and I go get my orientation information and we take a few things up to my dorm room. I get to my door and there are two signs with names. One said Lucas, the other said Lionel. I almost passed out, but I knew it couldn't be my Lionel. He would have told me something like that. I unlocked the door and I walked in and there he was, sitting at one of the computer desks, playing a game on his laptop. He paused his game and turned around, "What's up Lucas?" He stood up. "Oh and you brought the fam too! How you doing Mr. and Mrs. Donnelly?" He was grinning from ear to ear. My parents said hello to him, and I just smiled. I was speechless. I sat the package on one of the beds. I noticed that he hadn't picked a bed yet. Lionel walked up to me, "I haven't seen you since graduation night! Boy you better give me some love!" He opened his arms and I fell in to them with no questions asked.
I put my arms around him and pulled him closer. I said, "I missed you man!" Then I pushed back a little and said, "You don't call! You don't write! And now you pop up here?" I tried to say it in a joking manner.
He took it as a joke and laughed. Then he moved his arms from around me and threw his arms up, "Surprise!" His entire face lit up when he said that.
I realized that my hands were now resting on his hips. I didn't want to let go, but I knew I had to, so I moved my hands and started a conversation about something else. "When did you get here?"
"This morning."
"Why didn't you pick a bed?"
"Well, it doesn't matter to me where I sleep. I was waiting for you to get here so you could pick a bed, and I'll just sleep in the one that's left over."
"Did you know that I was the Lucas that would be living here?"
"Of course! I requested you as my roommate!"
I know I blushed. I couldn't help it. A warm sensation ran through my veins and just stopped when it reached my cheeks. Then, to make the matter worse, my mother said, "Aww, you made him blush!" Talk about embarrassing! I wanted to disappear.
My parents knew I was gay. My father wasn't very accepting, but he tolerated me because I was his son. My mother however, was extremely accepting. She went to meetings for parents of Gay, Lesbian, Transgendered, and Transsexual people. She looked up as much information as she could find, and I never doubted for a minute, that my mother loved me unconditionally. She wanted me to tell everyone about it so I could be open about who I was, but I wasn't ready for that step. I think my father was grateful to me, for that, because for all intents and purposes, I was still the same son he had grown to love. He and I enjoyed pretending like I wasn't gay. It made life easier for both of us. I don't think he would have dealt well with an openly gay son. Hell, I don't think I had the strength to deal with it either.
Anyway, to make a long story only moderately long, Lionel and I are roommates. We're about halfway through our first semester and he still has no idea that I am gay. He always lets me know when he's going to be gone for the night and I try to give him the same respect too. I have gotten in to the gay scene at this nearby town, so I have a lot of gay friends now, but Lionel hasn't met any of them. I have also gotten in to the bad habit of bringing a guy home with me on the nights when I know Lionel will be gone. It's always the same guy, Michael. I tend to like masculine looking guys, so no one really thinks anything when they see us together. We just look like two guys hanging out.
I lost my virginity to Michael in my dorm room. I met him at a club and he was cute. We hit it off right away and we both had a little too much to drink. He wanted to see my dorm room, and I wanted company because I knew Lionel was gone for the night. We went back to my room and turned on the television. Then he just leaned over and started kissing me. To my surprise, I kissed him back. It's not like I had never kissed a guy before, because I kissed plenty of boys when I was younger and experimenting, but none of them count as a real kiss. All those idiots turned out to be straight! So Michael started touching me and everything he did felt so good. He was definitely experienced. The next thing I knew, we were naked and in a 69 position sucking each other. I had never sucked a guy's dick before. I hoped I was doing a good job, but I couldn't tell. I tried to suck in as much of his 7 inch dick as I could. I didn't know what to do with my hands, so I wrapped my arms around his waist and massaged his butt with my hands. His butt was nice and soft, but I was more interested in his dick.
I felt a finger tracing a path up and down the crack in my ass. His oral manipulations, coupled with his finger, was driving me wild. Suddenly, his finger started applying pressure to my hole. I tried to be still. His finger slipped in and I thought I had died and gone to Heaven. It felt incredible. He pulled his finger out and took my dick out of his mouth. "Get on all fours." I listened to his command like he was a drill sergeant. I released his dick from my mouth and got on all fours. Within seconds I had to lower my head and moan in to the bed. His tongue was assaulting my ass with such finesse and vigor that all I could do was moan my appreciation. He inserted his finger in my ass again and started pumping the finger in and out. Then he inserted two, then three. He took out his fingers and said, "You ready?"
Fear hit me as soon as he said that. I felt the alcohol escaping my body, and my sanity immediately returned. "I'm a virgin!" I shouted.
"I'll be gentle." Was his only response.
Somehow that soothed me and made it okay again. "Do you have a condom?"
"Of course."
"Okay, let's do it then." I rationalized that I could always blame it on the alcohol when it was over.
"Do you have any lube or something?"
"Top drawer."
I heard him reach over and open the drawer. He took out my lube, which came in handy for self pleasuring. He must have gotten a lot on his finger because his finger felt cool as it entered my ass yet again. He rubbed the lube around inside me. Then I heard him open a condom and I wondered where the condom came from. He put the condom on, and soon I felt his dick pushing against my hole. "You ready?"
"Yes."
"Okay, I'm going to go slow at first, so just relax and try to push out like you're taking a shit."
That was not exactly the image I wanted to have in my mind at a moment like that, but his advice made his slow entrance tolerable. Once he was all the way in, he rested for a moment, so I could get used to his dick inside me. It felt strange feeling his balls and pubic hair resting on my butt, yet feeling his dick inside me seemed normal.
He was good at sex too. He started going in and out, slowly. Then he picked up the pace and added a little slight swaying move that resulted in his dick hitting that special place inside me. He made me cum without even touching my dick. My orgasm set off his orgasm and we both collapsed on the bed. I fell asleep in his arms.
I woke up to an empty bed and instantly panicked. I couldn't believe that my first time had been so tawdry, and now he was gone. I was about to cry when my room door opened. He walked in wearing a pair of boxers.
"Sorry, I had to use the bathroom."
"It's okay!" As I said that, I realized that I had fallen asleep on my cum. Yuck! I always liked to clean up, at least with a towel. I felt disgusting, and I needed a shower.
"So, um. Will I see you again?"
I couldn't believe he was asking me that. I should have been the one saying that to him. "If you want to."
"Well I definitely want to." He smiled at me and walked over to place a sweet tender kiss on my lips.
We talked for most of the morning. I told him that I was in love with Lionel and he said it was okay, because he wasn't looking for anything too serious. He said I seemed like a cool person, so we could just keep it casual for now.
Eventually, he had to go to work. He wanted to stop by his place and shower, and I completely understood. We exchanged numbers and he was gone. I finally took my shower around 3.
Lionel was supposed to be back around 7, so I was beginning to worry when 8pm rolled around and he was still missing. He called me at 8:10 to let me know that he was still in the other city and he would be gone for the night again. I wondered what he was doing.
Now for the present, I am on my bed with Michael plowing away at my ass. We are playing our role play game again. I am calling him Lionel and moaning his name. Michael seems to get off on pretending to be Lionel. We have music turned on to muffle the sounds, so no one walking by will hear anything. I am about to cum, so I start getting a little louder, "Oh, Lionel. Oh, oh, oh!"
"What the fuck!"
I look over and see Lionel standing there with the door open. I didn't even hear his key in the lock. He looks at me. His eyes have a strange look in them. I watch, speechless, as the door begins to close and he disappears from sight.
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