It took me all of two minutes to love college. I'd partied throughout high school and made some great memories, but nothing compared to college life. It was a time of firsts for me for many reasons. To begin, I'd never been on my own before. I grew up the oldest of 6 children in a home built for half that many. Consequently, I had to share a room with 3 brothers, which as you can imagine, did not facilitate privacy for any of us. Understandably, the idea of moving into my "own place" for college was a dream come true for me.
Of course, I failed to realize that as a freshman, I was required to live in student housing on campus. The dorm I was assigned was the standard version you'd find on most college campuses across America: a small square room made for 2 people. I had moved in blind, which scared me, but I was relieved to meet a seemingly average guy when I first walked into my home for the next year.
To be honest, all I really remember about him was that he didn't go out partying during Welcome Week. Obviously, I was in college for an education, but if you would have asked me then, partying was why I was there. I'd invited him to come several times, but he always said no. I think he was scared and after two days of class, he moved back home. They told me I'd be getting another roommate, but through some fortunate twist of fate it never happened.
I'd finally had my own place, and I took advantage of it throughout the first months, taking a lot of girls home. I should add that I don't think I'm gay. I'm not attracted to men, and at that time I'm not even sure the thought of having sex with a man had ever crossed my mind. However, like most guys of that age, I was almost always horny and wanting to fuck, and though I got lucky a time or two during the week, it was always the weekends that brought the most pussy. Especially, the big game weekends.
Football was a way of life for many people, but for my friends and I, the added drunken festivities were all the reason we needed to become fans. The weekend that this story happened was our "Rivalry Weekend", when we would play our long term in-state rivals. That game always brought thousands of new girls to our campus, and the night after these games were a tour de force of partying.
Our group of friends consisted of 2 other guys from my high school, their roommates, and some guys on my dorm floor. That night, one of the roommates had a few friends staying with him, and the 8 of us wanting to get good and drunk before we walked off campus to the party area began by pre-partying in my room. Just before we were about to leave, one of them offered us all ecstasy. I'd never done it before and was hesitant to try but eventually I caved under the peer pressure.
It was amazing. I loved it, and readily accepted when another was offered. For reasons beyond my understanding, only me and the guy that had it took more, and neither of us were ready to go home when the others did. We were having too much fun, but the one drawback I noticed later was I was so fucked up that I couldn't focus on finding a girl for the night. Towards the end of the evening when the partiers became few and far between and the alcohol even scarcer, we decided to head back to my room for the beers we left there.
I don't know if ecstasy does this to everyone or just me, but there was always the intense phase that, back then, lasted a few hours, and afterwards a body high that made me horny as hell. That part of the drug's effects hit me when we'd got back to my dorm room and started winding down for the evening. I grabbed us each a beer and directed him to my couch. After we sat down, we began to talk about the night, how we thought our friends were losers for not staying out with us, and how we wished we'd met some girls that night. At that time, I didn't have the experiences to know how horny I would be after taking X, so it came as somewhat of a surprise to realize a simple conversation about girls had gotten me semi-hard. It must have had a similar effect on him, because a quick rundown of how we'd fuck this or that girl if we had the chance, and a few beers later, he asked me if I had any porn to watch. In any other circumstance, I think I would have said "No", but that night I was too horny and thought, "What the hell..." I told him I didn't have any DVDs, but that I could hookup my laptop to the TV and we could watch it through that.
Having done that, I went to Pornhub and almost immediately found a lesbian video that appealed to me. The girls had barely had their clothes of before my semi-erection became something more, and I shifted uncomfortably as the quickly diminishing space in the crotch of my jeans became a bulge moving outwards. Normally, my dick would have already been in my hand, but the presence of another guy there kept that move in check. The scene was a short one, and not wanting to be rude, I asked him if he wanted to choose the next clip. He said yes, and I handed him my laptop and he quickly picked a very short video of a girl sucking a guy's dick. After it was over, he picked another, and by that time my cock was trying to burst through my jeans. He must have been at least as horny as I was, because he looked at me, paused for a minute, probably thinking if he should ask what he was about to, and said "Hey, man...I know it's weird and all, but I really need to jackoff. Are you cool with that, or should I go to the bathroom?"
I was shocked, but surprisingly also excited. It was the taboo of it all, I think. I was looking at him, but turned away and said "Yeah, go ahead. I think I need to too."
In those initial moments I forced myself to look at the screen and waited a moment before I took out my own cock, and started slowly stroking myself, getting hornier and hornier with every motion of my hand. When the video ended, he asked me if I wanted to select the next. I said "Sure."
I turned to him to grab the laptop and immediately noticed his dick. He never stopped stroking it. I was embarrassed and mesmerized at the same time. This was intensified because instead of handing the computer to me like I expected him to do, he just sat there playing with himself. After a moment, he told me to just grab it because he couldn't let go of his cock and I began to get the feeling that something else was going on. As stupid as it sounds, at that time, I had no idea why the thought entered my head or for that matter, what it meant. The computer was on the other side of him and I had to reach over his hand and dick to grab it. Once a grabbed the bottom of it, I felt the tip of his cock brush my forearm, and for reasons I didn't understand, it excited the hell out of me. I couldn't be sure, but I think he thrust his pelvis up as I was beginning to pull my arm back. Immediately and without thinking, I said "Sorry." He told me not to worry about it.
