I parked my car in the garage which was just under our two storey residence. My room mate and i would have the upper storey with our own entrance so we wouldnt bother the other two who were downstairs by barging into their space whenever we wanted to enter ours. My name in Sean and i am a freshman in college. I am 19 years old and like many other freshmen i had found myself at the University of North Texas in Austin looking for a new beggining since my high school years were at the least sour. I wasnt a geek or a nerd. Neither was i a jock or a famous sports person. I was just me. In the midst of being popular and unpopular at the same time. I was quite attractive and the girls found me hot. With my 6ft frame and cute boyish looks they had to love me. The problem is , i didnt love them.
I stayed in my car, afraid to get out and start college life. All i wanted was some time to think about my life. I knew it was time i found somebody to love. Like hell i was lonely but still i couldnt find somebody. All the good ones were taken or straight and because i kept to myself in high school nobody had realy approached me. I wanted to change that. I wanted to show college a side of me nobody had ever seen. If i did that then maybe i would find somebody to love and be happy. I saw myself with a guy in the near future and though my parents didnt know about my sexuality i would care less when i had found that right person for me. I knew i wanted sex. That was part of the reason i needed somebody. I wanted to lose my virginity. All my friends back home either gay or straight nolonger were virgins. Why was i still a virgin? Why was i still alone? Damn! It beat me. Those questions were quite unanswerable yet they rang over and over in my mind. I pushed my thoughts away and finaly got the courage to leave my mazda 6. "Hey," i heard a voice from behind me.
"Hie," i looked back and nearly stopped breathing. "Im Joe, your new roommate, let me help you get your stuff,"
"Im Sean and thank you, its all in tha boot," i said after an awkward moment of watching him. He wasted no time in opening the trunk to take my stuff out. Lord knows i wanted to help but i couldnt. I just took that oppotunity to get a load of him. Joe was African-American. His skin was chocolate dark and he stood 6ft 3in tall. He hard short black hair that looked as though it was dyed i was cut in a nice cut. One of them black styles i had never seen before but i liked it there and then. His hair was beautiful. It wasnt kinky. It was shiny and curly and it flowed. Damn everything about him was fine. He had this long face and square chin with chiselled jaws. His eyes were deep brown and almond shaped. His nose was long, not short. His lips were to die for they were sort of oval shaped with the bottom lip thicker than the top lip. I could see myself locked in those lips. My dick started throbbing that instant. I went from his face down to his physique. He was so muscular and the verse he wore made the biceps stick out. His chest and washboard abs were amazing they could grate cheese. If this guy was straight then i was getting a sex change.
I stared lustfuly and like a puppy when he flexed his biceps as he lifted my last suitcase. Damn that nigga must have been from the motherland. His legs were good and hairy and his melon butt stuck out from the gym shorts he wore. I could see myself wrapped around those arms and playing and rubbing those muscles. My dick was now rock hard and it became painful when i thought about his own. "Are you gon help me here bro?" Joe asked with a smile that revealed his shiny white teeth. His dark skin made them more white.
"Yeah sure, im sorry i just have a lot on my mind," i said awkwardly. Hiding the fact that it was him on my mind. Damn his smile melted even the biggest iceberg. "Cool bro," he said and continued unloading. Yeah i was a rich bitch and i had so much stuff i didnt need.
I unloaded the last box and closed the trunk then we began taking them up to our place. I continued with my thoughts and when i thought about his dick my own throbbed again and i hid it. I knew his was big and i had two theories to support my claim. One he was black and black men were packin. Two he had good and nice legs. It was said that men with good legs had it good between them. That being said if it wasnt big i dont know what was. We finaly finished unpacking my stuff and arranging it. The rooms were to die for. It was like having your own condo. There was a living room. A kitchen, seperate bedrooms with seperate toilets and baths inside. Though that was good i wasnt happy because i wouldnt get to see his dick and prove my theories right. When we was done packing Joe left me alone and i closed the door. My room was big with a study desk and chair in the corner. I would give the bathroom a testdrive but i had to email the people home namely my best friend Jane and my family back in Corpus Christi.
I opened my macbook and took a few photos of the room with my cam and emailed them back home and to Jane at Yale. When i was done i entered the bathroom and removed my clothes to take my shower. There was a tub at the other end of the bathroom. "Mind giving the shower a test drive together?" Joe asked.
I looked back at him. He stood at the door of the bathroom with that smile on. I wanted to say no. I knew i would get an erection and try to seduce him. He would then find out im gay but how could i say no. Besides it was the best way to see his dick. "Yeah sure, why not," i said. He wasted no time in removing his clothes. He was down to nothing in a matter of seconds. We stood facing each other and i turned the shower on. I was trying so hard to push the thoughts i had away. I would exploit them when he was gone. When he soaped his face i seized the moment to look down. It all started with a treasure trail that led to the thick bush of kinky pubic hair. Then there was the treasure. I knew i was right. He had the most glorious dick i had ever seen. It was darker than the rest of his body. It was thick and 6in long yet it wasnt even erect. It was cut with a dark head to match. His balls were heavy and they hung the exact length as his cock. The were quite hairy, dark and so big they wouldnt fit in anybodys mouth. Yeah he was packing and though i tried to push away the thoughts i had i couldnt anymore because they were now overpowering me. I felt my dick rise a bit and i looked away from his dick. I didnt feel threatened though. I was well endowed for a white boy. I had 5in of uncut meat and 4 in hung balls. I was 8in when erect.
He finished with his face and we stared at each other in awkward silence. I swore he wanted to lean in for a kiss. We smiled while i stared in his brown eyes and he into my ice blue eyes. What was more romantic than this. I took a small peek at his cock. I swore it had grown a bit. I was now questioning his sexuality. I knew we both wanted it but nobody wanted to start the other. I wouldnt make a move until he did. "Would you mind soaping my back? I will do yours," Joe said.
Oh yeah he was making moves alright.
"Yeah sure," i said. Then he gave me his back. I soaped my hands and began rubbing them on his top back,mid back all the way to his lower back and the curve of his back that gave rise to that firm black ass. I followed the curve with my slippery hands and it felt so good. He had great skin. I stopped at the top of his ass and gave it a gentle rub. Then stopped before i went to far. Lord knows what i wanted to do. I wanted to extend my hands to his front an play with that coarse pubic hair all the way down to that cock and balls. When i stopped he faced me and i gave him my own back. I enjoyed his strong african hands on my back as they rubbed it more than i had done with his. He ran them all the way down to my tight petite white ass and he rubbed it all. It was more like greasing my ass. He took a handful of water and he rinsed my back then took his time on my ass. I wanted to moan and tell him to go hard but it would ruin the moment. I wasnt sure of his sexuality yet.
We now looked at each other with the water pouring down on us. It was like standing in the rain with the one you loved. Everything was in slow motion then and i swear i wanted it like that foreverer. There was a knock on the door. I wanted to scream in anger but i didnt. He smiled and told me he would get it. He took a drying towel and wrapped it around him. I rushed out and quickly dried then applied lotion. I didnt want whoever it was to get the impression that we were showering together. I put on my clothes and as soon as i was done i heard him call me. Who was it? Who would visit me already? I rushed into the living room and found him standing besides a black girl. "Sean i would like you to meet my girlfriend of 5yrs Stacey," Joe said with a broad smile on his face. A smile i had never seen him wear. A smile of pride and joy. A smile of true love between him and her.
"Stacey this is my roommate Sean," he continued. "Nice to meet you," the hot girl said. She was beautiful somewhere between a teen beyonce and miss universe. I smiled and we shook hands. I would be warm to her. I would hide the fact that i was jealous of her and hated her because he had the hot boyfriend who i thought would be mine. I felt all my dreams disappear into oblivion. He was straight and that shower and the eye contact were nothing but an attempt for him to bond with his new roommate. Yep life is a bitch. I had to accept it so i could keep my friendship with him strong. I left with a smile for my room with a new feeling that love was near.