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It's the old story, a gay dormie and a straight dormie in one room. But Plimpton College accommodations made it worse. Maybe back in the 1800's when old man Eli Plimpton started this place, double decker beds were the latest thing. Today we know the only virtue is space saving. I, Will Danner, know the failings of this arrangement. The closeness of two guys, one over the other, the unsteadiness of the beds that guarantees when the top man puts his foot on the lower bunk and hoists himself up, that the lower man will get woken up.
My roomie was Jeff Gordon. A fair play guy, in fact right off, first day we agreed to alternate upper and lower positions weekly. I liked Jeff for that and for other things and I admit he was a thoroughly decent guy. Yeah I liked Jeff, or rather loved Jeff and lusted after his jock body from the beginning, three months ago.
It is totally not possible for the hot boy to return my secret passion. If you look up "Straight" in the dictionary, you'll find Jeff's picture there. If you are one of those readers who are now saying, "Sure they all say they're straight until.....they're naked and begging you to fuck them." Maybe that's so in some of the stories I read in Nifty, but it couldn't apply to Jeff. Listen to the following facts and tell me that he could be seduced:
- He's a college football jock. 2. He lives for fucking girls. 3. He is so unmoved by guys that he doesn't even see that he is gorgeous
I would say that we get along fine. When I had the flu last week Jeff brought me chicken soap. I never complain when he brings girls to the room when he thinks I'm asleep. But he expects me to listen to every play from the game on Saturday.
I am sure that Jeff does not know I am gay. I think he thinks that gay guys lisp and have dyed blonde hair. He knows me as a dater of girls (at least one, Sally, who is gay) he has played squash with me and I usually beat him and finally he considers me really "built" from high school swimming and other sports.
But if I am an attractive, even hot guy, I would assign myself a five as apposed to Jeff's twelve. Why? He's so manly and so cute, the two virtues vying for dominance. Jeff has that square athlete's face softened by a perfect asymmetrical dimple on one side. That dimple drives me nuts as it appears and reappears as he talks and smiles. The body? Yipes! Statue of David, but with lovely red hair in all the right places. Yes, Jeff is a golden redhead, my favorite, not that he combs his hair. He bounds out of bed, always cheerful, happily erected in the AM and passes his hand over his hair and that is his coiffeur. And shit, it looks good. Then unlike me who lays out my clothes the night before, checking the color coordination, Jeff looks for a tee shirt that he wore all week, turns it inside out and paired with his wrinkled shorts, no underwear and slides....an outfit!
But his lack in dressing well is counterbalanced by his retention of his maddening manly, Jeff smell and shows off his big shoulders, pecs and small waist to advantage.
Now I am losing my mind here in this small enclosure with this perfect boy, his yummy smells and his causal jerk offs before sleeping. And if all that wasn't enough I have seen him in the throes of heavy smooching with his various girls.
Take last night. It was my turn to be upper man. Don't get excited. That means he had the lower bunk that week. About one o'clock I was sleeping soundly. Not as soundly as Jeff thinks. Somehow he got the idea that nothing would wake me. He comes in holding a football, as usual. Jeff is never without a football even when he takes a shit. Holding on to his other arm is a new girl I never saw before. He goes through them like Kleenex. I never figured out why. This one is real tall, almost an inch taller than Jeff's six feel two. Jeff never drinks (Coach's orders) so this isn't a story of drunken making out. She's got one of those sexy contralto voices. Even when she whispered I could hear every word up in my bunk as if she was at my ear. "Don't worry about him. (That's me) nothin' would wake him." He proceeds to take off his two garments and shake his slides off and was naked. She gets her top and bra off and they begin wrestling on the lower bunk. I'm like at the rodeo, the bed shaking like a mad bull below me, rubbing my cock on the sheet delightfully. I hear slurping and do my trick. The trick is to move the mattress slightly off its wire frame and put my eye at the opening. There is Jeff sucking away at a tit erected like a Bic. She's moaning in a comfortable way. Then he flips so he is on his back and he says, "Babe, do it to me." She does nothing for a minute then kinda shrugs and then she licks his hot jock boy hairless chest. He really likes that. She stops, he begs her to continue. This goes on quite awhile. "Babe, you wanta suck me off, it's getting' late." Where did he learn his smooth technique? She agrees that it is late and gets up. No sucky, dresses and leaves.
Being an uninvited guest at these sessions with different girls, I began to form a hypothesis, still tenuous, but solidifying and casting a slight advantage for my team. I think Jeff is not into girls as feminine things but as a source for his penis centered needs.
I knew exactly what comes next. Jeff grabs his nice generous cock and strokes it. He is not a slow, subtle long wanking masturbator. No, not Jeff. He grabs that shaft in his big hands that can surround a football and begin a vigorous knob polishing. I wonder if Coach approves of this. When he reaches the goal post he lets out a soft victory cry and spooges his chest. I could see the pearly delivery. He reaches for his cum rag, wipes himself and stows it under the mattress where he thinks I will never find it and immediately falls into his familiar snore pattern. I take my time, it is at least fifteen minutes before a spew into a disposable tissue.
Now you can see that this is not working for me. All shit aside, I had to "get" Jeff. How? Ha ha. I developed four different approaches. I hoped at least one would work. I check with my friend girl Sally who left off telling me about "this girl" in her Plant Bio class who she thought was staring at her a lot. "Those four strategies have promise and at least the first two seemed without risk. So I began my quest of the his pits and his pendulum, Jeff's cock.
I know that guys, especially straight guys are hungry for compliments. No matter how outrageous, how undeserved they eat them up and come back for more. I am hoping that Jeff is like that and that he will begin to see me as a source of pleasure. So, the next morning I began plan one. Jeff bounded in one acrobatic leap off the top bed making my bunk leap. "Morning neighbor," he drawled in a country accent that jocks often use. He walked to the john already holding his cock in position. I could hear his Niagara of pisses emanating from the john. He was always vocal when he pissed. He sighs and I think sings slightly. What a guy! He comes out, a golden drop still at his piss slit. I wonder if I should offer to shake it off. He passes his hand over his hair in his ritual of hair setting. It springs back the same way as before, but looks too good to be true. "Jeff," I say, you have good hair, you are lucky. My hair needs to be wetted and combed to get into place."
He looks at me with a slowly forming smile, incidentally still totally naked. "You think so? Maybe I should wash it tonight. I think one of the girls, forgot her name said the same thing." Then becoming unusually talkative. "Hey Will, how's classes coming. I bet you're acing those exams."
He riffled among the fallen tee shirts thrown in the corner during the week. He shook one out and was about to put it on. "Jeff, you ought to take the green one. You know red hair and green are dynamite together."
He looks at the green shirt, holds it up against his chest, then notices a pimple on his left pec and picks at it. "I see what you mean, yeah, green is me. What about the shorts."
I was in! I was now his style consultant. "You always wear the khaki ones, why not try the light tan ones." I always liked those because they were shorter and had a big leg o that often revealed his crinkly ball sack when he had his legs up on a chair when studying.
He snapped his fingers. "You are right. No question. Thanks friend. I'll kill the girls today."
"Jeff, you ought to think about washing these nice stuff you have. I am doing a wash this afternoon, should I throw your in too?"
"That would be real nice if it's not too much trouble."
I planned to enjoy the idea that his shorts were having sex with mine in the washing machine tumble. I did wash them and smoothed them out. His shorts and tops looked almost as if they had been ironed and I left them on the top bunk.
"Hey, you didn't have to iron them."
"Not ironed, only smoothed, same as I do for mine. I can show you how, if you want."
"Well you look excellent always, but I don't want people to think I'm clothes crazy. You know, and I don't mean you, if guys are too well dressed they may be switch hitters." He slapped my left shoulder blade briskly and I almost lost balance. But I forgive him, he was enjoying his outstanding humor.
Soooo, plan one worked and is working. He loves that I pay attention to him. I took the risk of broadening my compliments to his face and body, but very carefully. He was standing in front of the mirror that evening bracing his chest. "I think I'm getting those square pecs. I sure have been working on it. You think?"
"Yeah, I notice the nipple is moving further sideway and downward from the lifts."
He studied his nipples in the mirror and flicked them a few times. They began to erect slightly, I remembered he is very sensitive there. "Hey Jeff, I notice your back has a lot of dry skin. You ought to use a moisturizer there. I bet it itches."
It probably didn't itch until I said so.........suggestion I guess. He valiantly tried to get his hand back there to scratch. "Here let me," I said. I softly scratched his excellent, smooth back, no blemishes whatsoever. He liked that. He purred, his cock got full. Suddenly he realized the effect I was having and moved away.
"I'll get some liniment at the gym."
"Oh not liniment, get moisturizer, use mine."
This was good. I was now utilizing plan two, getting my hands on him. I continued it when I sat on the lower bunk with the sports section asking him to explain some of the stats on ball players. My knee was against his, my face close my breath hitting his chest. He began explaining authoritatively. If there is one thing he excels at its sports statistics. Pretty soon I noticed he had to clear his throat a few times. My warm leg was having some effect. He was beginning to associate sexual arousal with me, Will.
Now tonight I will put plan three into effect.
I waited until he was asleep. This was the riskiest of all. He was on his back, I stood on the floor at his upper berth. His breathing was deep and regular. He was sweating slightly and the odor hit my nose like elixir. I could see his penis clearly. It was resting sweetly against his hip. I got a nutty idea. I leaned down and licked the palm of his hand. It tasted very Jeff. It twitched against my tongue. I heard his breathing deepen. No question Jeff was an easily aroused boy. His cock began to thicken and rise slightly. I crossed the Rubicund now as I reached for his prick and cupped it in my hand. I could see that the sleeve began to retract and a bright cherry red head emerged sending waves of Jeff's smell battering against my nose. I began masturbating him very softly. His hips lifted once or twice. Then suddenly he coughed and flipped over on his belly. He was now fucking the sheet and kept it up until I guess he came as he settled down and began his heavy breathing. Well perhaps subliminally he'll associate me with good feelings. I'll see in the morning and perhaps put the final method into operation.
I was sleeping peacefully when I became aware that Jeff was shaking me and calling my name. "Hay Will. You overslept. It's past eight."
I opened my eyes. I was naked. Some how I had taken off my shorts when I played with Jeff. My cock was rampant. I stretched and that seemed make me harder. I smiled at Jeff. "Thanks for waking me. You're a good roomie."
He seemed very confused with my loving attitude and the big hardon. I confess that I am really big, much bigger than my jock roommate and he didn't fail to notice.
I sat up just clearing the top bunk and sat on the edge of the bed. Jeff was standing in front of me, his cock at half mast. Here I go for broke. I reached out and took Jeff's cock in my hand. "You got a perfect cock roomie," I said. He liked the compliment but was confused at the intimacy of it. I brought my mouth close and breathed on his equipment. He gasped. His cock went into instant erection and waved around in the air in front of me. "Would you like a friendly blow job?" He nodded dumbly. "But it has to be confidential, just between us. Okay?"
He nodded again, his breathing reaching the choking state. I licked the head and it pushed out completely leaving the flesh collar behind. His cock was pulsing and jumping wildly. I used one hand to steady it and put my mouth around the head. He was breathing with a wheeze and gulps. I could already feel pre cum hitting my tongue, lots of it. He was a heavy leaker, nice and sweet. I moved my lips further down his smooth shaft finally my nose hit his golden red pubes and I looked up at him. His eyes were closed, his mouth was open and his tongue was lolling out of the side of his mouth. Some saliva dripped onto my bare lap but I didn't complain.
I sensed that he would shoot in a matter of five or six deep throatings and I wasn't sure that I'd ever get him into this position again. After all, this was pretty queer stuff.
I stopped. His eyes popped open. He looked at me plaintively. Poor baby. I just took away his best game. "Hey Jeff," I said warmly, my lips still wet with saliva, "You ever get sucked by a guy?"
His face was a study in conflict. Finally he said, after clearing his hoarse throat, "Yeah. My younger brother used to do me all the time. But I'm not gay."
"Of course you're not. You just like good feelings. I will finish you off, but remember this is only a sample. I can give you much hotter feelings in the future."
He sort of shoved his cock at me and I dove at it. It was just as hard as it was when I stopped. He was moaning now and sweating. My head was skidding on his wet belly...nice! I let his cock slide all the way down to my throat. I know he had never felt anything like that. He began crooning in happiness. I gave it my best, swallowing rapidly and swirling my tongue around. His knees were weakening and I put my helping hands around his red fuzzy ass. I continued sucking and now I pinched his ass and slide my finger in the warm, moist space between his perky dimpled halves. He stiffened in alarm so I sucked harder. That diverted him. Just as I felt his cock become stiffer and his moaning become like incoherent animalistic sounds I slipped my middle finger up his ass. He began howling and bucking and delivered a bucket full of warm sweet spooge into my waiting mouth. He came and came and I swallowed it all. At last he sagged down and staggered around me to sit next to me on the bed.
"Will, that was super great. I never felt anything like that before. You went so, eh, deep. Thanks so much."
"If you really liked it, give me a nice kiss."
Kissed me cheek. I moved my face so that he landed on my mouth. Once there, out of habit he began making out with me. I introduced him to my clever tongue and soon he was breathing hard and I felt his cock. It was hard again. We separated. He started at me half needy and half embarrassed. "I know," I said, you want sex again, but you just going to have to tough it out until tonight. But Jeff, think about this. I am not going to be your cocksucker. I expect some help from you. After all, I'm human too. Think about it."
As he was dressing, he said, "I'm worried Will. I can't do oral on you, I just can't. I could do anal if you show me how, but no anal back at me."
I patted him on his red hair that he had combed so nice today, will think of something kiddo.
End Hey maybe Nifty stories are right. You can bed a straight if you got
Clever moves. But can Jeff be fucked? You think about it.