When I moved out of state to college I tried to put my time of experimentations behind me. It had been fun playing around with Sean and Michael but I was too old for these sort of activities and I needed to find a girl rather than being one myself. I found myself bunking with a cute baseball player from back home named Stephen. Stephen was a bit shy when it came to meeting new people, but his good looks and chill personality made everybody love him. As time moved on Stephen and I became best friends, having no other close friends at our new school. It was nice to finally feel a friendship that wasn't tied to sex. `
Not like the thought never crossed my mind. At times he came home in his shorts and I couldn't help but take a peek at his package hanging loosely behind the soft fabric. I had to have self-control though—just because my friends back home had taken advantage of my willingness to please didn't mean my new roommate would as well. Besides, he was definitely straight. At nights when he thought I was sleeping he would sneak in girls. He tried to fuck them quietly but it was hard to miss the quiet moans and whispers of how hot they though he was. It got me so horny I almost went out of my mind.
My horniness was always spent in the shower. Our dorm floor shared a series of showers separated by thin white curtains. Every morning I would take a look at Stephen fast asleep, get hard, wrap myself in a towel and go jerk it in the shower. If I was lucky, I would get the shower by the window. I loved the warm feel of sun on my skin while I imagined offering myself to Stephen the way I had my friends back home. I did my best not to make splashing noises as I stroked my cock and fingered myself. Every day I saw the same towel go up next to mine and wondered if the boy on the other side was jacking too. "Couldn't be" I thought, as the mysterious neighbor always left before me. Other boys probably figured everyone was jacking off, it was the fingering I wanted to hide. It wouldn't do for the whole floor to know of my secret pleasures. After the shower washed away my cum I'd wrap up in a towel and return to my room where I would dress in front of a sleeping Stephen.
He never woke up for this but it was exciting thinking that he might. One day I went for a shower midday. I didn't have a lot to do and I'd come home from my morning classes. Stephen wasn't home so when I got to the room I began jerking it. My fantasies often revolved around offering myself to him in the manner I had to my friends back home. It had been a while since I'd been fucked and I can't say I didn't miss some aspects of the experiences. The temptation was too great and I sat on my thumb. WOW. I had never tried this before but sitting directly on my hand let me get deeper than usual.
Of course nothing compares to the real thing. But as I sat there I began rocking back and forth imagining Stephen's sexy athlete body beneath me, thrusting lustily inside of me. It felt so good I didn't think I needed to touch my cock to cum. I began moaning as I rocked back and forth my thumb slowly re-stretching my hole which had tightened from lack of usage.
I must have lost myself because I didn't hear the lock click as Stephen entered.
"What the fuck dude?"
"Shit! Hold on let me-" It was too late. Stephen watched as I unloaded rope upon rope of cum on our dorm carpet. My anus tightened and twitched around my thumb. I lifted myself off it and removed it with a gasp."
"Stephen I'm so sorry."
"Wow man what the fuck don't you know I come home early on Tuesdays?"
"I must have forgot I'm so sorry."
"Yeah well you better be that's sick dude. I mean I knew you were a cocksucker but jesus. You'd better clean that up man." He said gesturing to the mess I made.
"What do you mean you knew?"
"Small world back home; word got around."
