Author's Note: The events of this story are fictitious and are not based on any specific real people. I've tried to do something a little different for once and build up the characters and story more than usual. So this chapter is a bit of a slow burn to start.
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My name is Noah. I've lived in Virginia my whole life. Not that my whole life is that long. I only just turned 19 last August, just before the start of my first semester at a local university. Well, I say local, but it's a good half hour drive on a low-traffic day. My parents and I decided that it would be best if I got a dorm on campus.
I'm a total mommy's boy, so it was hard adjusting to the loneliness at first. I had one roommate, naturally, but he turned out to a be bit of a weirdo. Although the major issue was that he was a dickish weirdo. Luckily, he up and disappeared after the fall semester. I don't know if he is still going to this university or if he transferred or dropped out. We never got close enough to get to the point of keeping any tabs on each other.
I had a small hope at the start of this spring semester that I'd have the whole place to myself. But then another guy got put with me. His name's Michael and he's a black dude who is two years older than me.
I don't want you to think I'm a racist for pointing out he's black. It wasn't really something I expected though. For context, I'm a shrimpy little white boy who went to a high school with probably a max of 50 kids who weren't also white. I stopped growing at 5'7'', I currently weigh about 130 pounds, and I'm basically the textbook definition of a baby-faced twink. I was more afraid of doing something to offend Michael than afraid of him doing something to me like beating me up or stealing my stuff since I've barely ever talked to a black person before.
My parents nearly had a panic attack when I let it slip in casual conversation. My dad didn't say anything, but I usually get the feeling he's got some secret prejudices even though he doesn't usually say anything outwardly to people. My mom was scared until I managed to convince her that Michael hadn't tried to get me to do drugs with him. It was hard to keep a straight face while thinking about the fact that I had already tried marijuana a few times back in high school. The talk was a lot easier than when I came out as gay back in senior year. When that happened, my dad just nodded and scratched his beard thoughtfully without saying anything, but my mom fainted over the couch.
Anyway, enough about my loveable yet somewhat ignorant parents. The more important point is that Michael turned out to be a lot cooler than my first roommate, although it wasn't exactly a high bar for him to pass honestly. He likes to tease me and make fun of me a lot but it's always in the way that you can tell he just likes giving people shit in a playful way instead of trying to tear people down. I guess he took a couple years off after high school to support his family by working. Now he's at university to study electrical engineering or some such thing while still working. I wish I could work a job during the semester too but I'm a lazy couch potato.
Anyway, we're opposites of each other in several ways. I want to go to medical school, he wants to be an electrician or engineer or something. He's pretty tall at 5'11'' compared to me at least. We're both pretty fit, although in different ways. I used to do soccer back in grade school but now I mostly just run and swim casually. I don't think he's played any sports but he really likes to go to the gym and lift weights. He even has a bunch of dumbbells in his room. As a result, his arms and chest look pretty defined whereas I'm mostly just lean. We're both big video game players and we've been bonding a lot over a bunch of console games, most recently the new Smash Bros where we're both evenly matched.
He's a big party guy, and I'm more of a shy guy who just likes to hang out with a few friends. Michael invited me to a handful of parties after the first few weeks of getting to know each other, but I kept turning him down. Now I'm too anxious to ask to go with him again. He always tells me the stories of hilarious events that seem to go down at every party he goes too. He's a really great storyteller and he his comedic timing and impressions are spot-on. I always love listening to Michael talk about what he's been up to or about the stuff he's learning about, since he always seems really excited and I like seeing him smile. And I love it when he walks around the dorm now and then with his shirt off...
Wow. Listen to me I'm like a middle school girl. Yeah it might be pretty obvious by this point, but my roommate is really fucking hot and I might have something of a crush on him. The only problem is the last and most important opposite quality of us both: I'm gay but he's straight...
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Yep. Why are all the hot guys always straight? Or at least all my crushes have always turned out to be straight in the past. At least with Michael it came out early on before I had even started thinking about him like that. I figure it's smart to let your roommates know you're gay or bi or trans or whatever really quick so you can find out if they have a problem with it so you can try to find a different roommate. Roommate #1 never said anything homophobic to my face but I could tell it bothered him. Michael didn't even blink when I asked if it would be a problem. He just said, "Nah man that's pretty chill" and then asked me if I had a boyfriend and then talked a bit about his girlfriend.
I met her once and she seemed alright. They broke up pretty soon into the semester and Michael didn't really seem too miserable about it. Just bummed for a few weeks. At the moment, I'm pretty sure he's still single but he comes back late at night and tells me about girls he's been talking to or hooking up with. I don't know if he's a total player or if he's stretching the truth sometimes. He's certainly attractive enough for his success rate to be true.
I've never had a boyfriend, although I did kiss a guy once in high school. Of course, I only realized I was gay around the time of my junior year, so I haven't had a lot of time to find a guy to date. Michael's always asking me every couple of weeks if I started dating any hot guys and then when I tell him no he says something encouraging like "Ah man. You gotta catch those studs Noah." The truth is I haven't even really tried to find anyone so far at the university. I don't really mind being single that much, and I have enough friends nearby to keep myself socially occupied.
Wow. You probably think I'm the kind of person who never shuts up, but face to face I'm really not this annoying and long-winded. Anyway, enough of my backstory. I'm not a superhero origin movie, so let's skip ahead to the part you really care about, towards the end of my first spring semester...
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It was a Friday, my longest day with the most classes. I finished my last one around 2:45 and arrived back at our dorm for the last time that day. Michael was already there when I got home and eating some tacos. He gave me a little signal with his fingers that probably meant "sup" while he continued to chow down. I mimed stealing one of his tacos and then went to put my backpack away and grabbed some clothes before hopping in the shower.
Once clean, I did some obnoxious online homework for a while and then went to the common space where Michael was playing and then we played Smash Bros for a couple hours. Michael told me he was going to a party a mile or two away that night. He said he was probably going to get drunk and most likely wouldn't be back until after midnight, but he'd try to be quiet when he got home. I just nodded and said "alright" like I usually do.
Michael's party nights have become my porn and masturbation nights. Well, I'm skilled at staying quiet while just jerking off in my bedroom, but I do enjoy the chance to be a bit louder and to use some of my toys. Hopefully it doesn't sound pathetic, but I've come to enjoy the routine. Half the fun is trying to find some porn or erotic stories that aren't garbage so I can get off more easily.
Once Michael left, I ate dinner and then waited another half an hour to make sure there weren't any sudden party cancellations or anything. Then I skipped to my room like an excited gay llama and turned on my monitor. I found a couple hot stories that claimed to be real... Although I suspect the one about the 12-inch dick might have been fiction. They were enough to get my dick ready and alert in my shorts.
After I got bored of those, I went to Pornhub and watched a handful of videos before finding a few good ones. During my special nights, I like to tease my dick through my shorts for a while to build the anticipation and to get myself nice and horny. Sometimes I like to edge for a few hours by gently jerking off and then stopping for a bit.
I'm also happy to admit that I'm into some naughty kinks as well. Nothing that I would admit to my friends let alone my family, but it's no big deal letting the internet know, right? Anyway, some people might find them tame, but my biggest turn-on is bondage. Not that dominatrix battle-axe brutal kind of bdsm porn, but the more gentle and softcore stuff really gets me going. Even though I've never had sex, I'm pretty sure I generally just like the idea of submitting to another man. At least that's what always gets me off.
Even though Michael's straight, that doesn't mean I can't jerk my dick from time to time while imagining the rest of his body. I try not to do it too often because it feels a little uncomfortable to jerk off over a straight guy that I consider a reasonably close friend as well, but sometimes horny little gay boys can't help themselves, am I right?
And so, I finally settled on a long video of a hot black guy who reminded me a little of Michael having his way with a soft-looking white guy. Perfect. I've realized there's something weirdly hot about two guys with different skin colors having sex after crushing on Michael. There's something intensely erotic about the stark contrast in tone when bodies are touching.
Anyway, it had already been over an hour of reading and watching videos, so I finally got naked and hopped on the bed. I grabbed my lube and toys from underneath the bed before getting on my back so I could see the screen. I slowly lubed up my hole and then the toy. It was a vibrating dildo that was about 7 inches long with a flared base so I wouldn't risk losing it. Not too terribly thick but enough to feel nice and full.
I blushed a little to myself as I drizzled the cold lube of the toy and stroked it a bit to get an even coating. Even just touching a toy that looked like a dick was keeping my dick throbbing like hot iron without me touching it.
Finally, I spread my legs a little and closed my eyes while touching the tip to my hole. It had been maybe a week since the last time I broke out a toy so I went carefully. With all the lube and my efforts to let the tension flow from my body it slotted inside without much trouble. My dick flexed uncontrollably as I steadily pushed the rest of the toy inside. Once I got it to bottom out a minute later, my cock leaked some precum onto my belly. I fucked myself with the toy a few times and then left it buried inside.
