I walked up to my dorm room door and put the key into the lock. I turned the handle and walked in quickly shutting the door behind me. My mouth dropped at what I saw. My roommate Brian was on his knees facing me, eyes shut, naked, sitting reverse cowboy riding his naked friend Jeff's hard cock. They both opened their eyes and froze as they realized I had come into the room. My attention was immediately drawn down to Brian's enormous hard cock (which was pointing at me) because it was the only thing still bouncing up and down. As I looked back up, I locked eyes with my roommate Brian while he still had Jeff's cock buried deep up his ass. Both of them just stared up at me from the floor with eyes wide open.
I quickly diverted my eyes and I looked up at the wall behind them and said, "Uhh...sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. I'll come back later."
I turned to leave and said over my shoulder. "You should have locked the deadbolt." Then I opened the door and left.
We always had an arrangement that we were supposed to lock the deadbolt if we were with a girl (or apparently in this case, a guy) so the other one would know not to come in. Brian and I have been college roommates going on 3 years now and I had no idea he was gay. He has had girlfriends off and on and the deadbolt deal has always worked for us. Yes, it was Saturday night and I was supposed to be gone for the whole weekend but my plans had changed. Obviously, he wasn't worried about me walking in and therefore didn't lock the deadbolt.
Now, I like girls and they are my preferred sex but I have always been bi-curious. Ever since I can remember, I have had many fantasies about being with a guy. BUT, I never have been with a guy. I have always wondered what it would be like to have a real live hard cock in my mouth and inside my ass. So when I found a girl a couple of years back that was super kinky I thought I had hit the lottery. I had dated Jenny for a while and she liked to put a small vibrator in my ass and a small one in her ass while we fucked. To be honest, when I came inside her with a small vibrating dildo up my ass I had some really incredible orgasms. She claimed the same. But in the end, things didn't work out and we had to go our separate ways.
I have always liked the feeling of something in my ass. For as long as I can remember whenever I take a shower, I enjoy sticking my fingers (1-2 at a time) in my ass. It has become an every shower ritual for me. Sometimes I look forward to a shower just so I can finger fuck myself. So seeing this didn't gross me out, it kind of excited me. Somewhere deep inside I realized that I wanted to capitalize on this, but how?
Catching Brian and Jeff kind of stirred something deep down inside me. As I walked away from my room with a picture of them having sex burned into my memory, I realized I had a little chub going on in my pants. I figured I would leave and come back in a couple of hours. I am sure it will be awkward between Brian and me at first but we are pretty good friends and we could get beyond it. As for Jeff, he and Brian grew up together and have been friends since they were children. He is a good guy and we party hard and have a good time when he makes it out here every other month. Sometimes he brings his girlfriend who I thought he was pretty serious with and sometimes he doesn't. Jeff usually brings a bag and stays for the weekend. He usually just crashes on our floor with or without his girlfriend. I am still dumbfounded but a little turned on at what I saw. Just thinking about it pumped a little more blood into my semi-stiff cock.
A couple of hours later I slipped the key back into the lock and turned the handle. I was half expecting the deadbolt to be locked but the door opened smoothly. The lights were on but nobody was there. Brian's bed was made which is rare and everything was clean. Jeff's bag and all his things were gone. I was kind of disappointed because I had come up with a fantasy where I catch them again but this time instead of leaving, I join in.
I quickly got ready for bed and hit the sheets. I went to bed fantasizing more than ever about being with a guy. This time one guy in particular. Brian. Now that I knew he was gay or bi I wanted to figure out a way I could capitalize on it to fulfill my fantasies. I thought of so many things I wanted to do to him. I needed to figure out a way of letting him know I was ok with it and that I was willing to be a participant. All I could think about was sucking on his big hard cock as I fell asleep with a big hard on of my own.
I awoke the next morning and looked over at Brian's bed. Still empty and made. Again, I was kind of disappointed but I got up anyway and started my day. It was a long day and I had a lot of stuff to do. I was in and out of the room all day, always hoping Brian was there when I came in. It was nearing 8pm and I decided to go for a run. I got ready and left. About an hour later I got back to the room just as Brian walked out of the bathroom in his in his sweat shorts and tee shirt he usually wears to bed.
With so much anticipation and fantasizing I panicked and said, "Hey." Then I slipped by him and went into the bathroom. I leaned against the door and tried to catch my breath. I felt my cock begin to stir as all kinds of thoughts flashed through my mind. He must have just taken a shower himself because the mirror was all fogged up. I went over wiped my hand across the mirror so I could see myself. Was this really happening?
Through the door he said, "Can we talk?"
With the anticipation and nerves making me shake I answered, "Y-Y-Yeah we probably should. Let me take a shower first."
"OK." He replied.
I moved across the bathroom to turn on the shower. I stepped out of my running shorts freeing my now semi hard cock. I quickly hopped in the warm water. My cock was quickly getting harder and harder as I started to soap up and rinse off. As I washed myself and thought of our pending conversation, I realized my cock was completely hard. I pushed down on it and moved it around a little to try and relieve some of the pressure. I decided right then that tonight was as good a time as any to let him know what was on my mind.
As I was rinsing the soap off I sat down in the tub/shower and let the water hit me. One hand went to my hard cock as I moved the other hand moved down to my ass. Slowly, I slipped one finger inside and then two. I started squeezing my hard cock and fingering myself thinking about Brian's hard cock. All I could think about was how I wanted to take it in my mouth and suck on it. I even thought about how I would love to let him fuck my virgin ass. After a couple of minutes of fantasizing I decided I should get out before I lost control and started beating off. I didn't want to waste a good boner. If things went as I hoped, I might need it at 100% tonight.
While I was drying off I realized I didn't bring in any clean clothes with me. I thought about walking out naked with my hard cock bouncing around and just climbing into bed. I quickly decided I didn't have the balls to do that. Not yet anyway. I lifted my hard cock up against my waist and wrapped the towel tightly around my waist. I looked in the mirror to see if you could tell I was hard. You could tell if you were looking for it but it wasn't completely obvious so I left the bathroom.
He was sitting on his bed when I walked out looking really nervous. I felt his eyes on me as I walked across the room, turned and leaned on the dresser wrapped only in a towel. His eyes flicked down to the towel lingered for a second and then back up at me.
"So, about earlier....." he started. "I don't know what to say but sorry you had to see that. You are right, I should have locked the deadbolt but I didn't expect you back until tomorrow. You handled it pretty well considering and I am just glad you didn't freak out."
"I was in shock. That was the last thing I ever expected to see." Not sure what to say I asked, "What happened after I left? When I came back a couple hours later it looked like we had a maid service come in here."
"Jeff freaked out. He is really worried you are going to call Melanie and tell her what you saw. As soon as you shut the door he jumped up, got dressed, grabbed his bag and left. He was pretty mad at me for not locking the door. He wouldn't listen to anything I was trying to say."