"Shit! I'm so gonna be late for practice." Jeremy Tryon was stuck on the highway in a traffic jam. More than likely a bunch of people who were going to the same place he was. At least he didn't have to unpack when he got there. He would just check-in, change into some workout clothes and run down to the track. He could still do it. He pulled into the back of the Stonewall Hall loading dock.
He sprinted down the hallway, rushed the RA through the check-in procedure and was back out to his car. He pulled his red VW Bug into a space next to a blue Mustang, grabbed his bag and sprinted to his room. "Stonewall Room 101," he said to himself as he quickly inserted a card key and pushed the door open. He ran to the empty bed and threw down his bag. As the bag hit the bed his mind caught up on all the stuff going on in the room around. His face flushed red. This was going to be embarrassing.
He slowly turned around to see his roommate standing by the other bed. His roommate was beat red, very embarrassed. He was wearing nothing but his briefs which had been hastily pulled up upon his entry into the room. He also noticed the green display of the cell phone in his hand, and heard a soft voice asking "Peter? Peter?"
Holy shit, this was his roommate, Peter James, and he had just interrupted him having phone sex with his girl. He remembered Peter James. He'd lost out on many a girl when this stud went walking by. Even though he thought of himself as perfectly straight, Jeremy had to admit this guy was built like Adonis. He was still staring. Michelangelo's David was a quarter the man this stud was.
Jeremy suddenly started laughing; the whole scene was so out of control. Here he was meeting his new roommate. His roommate, his high school's biggest stud, and Jeremy was staring at his cum glistening down his sculpted chest, dripping from the inside of his firm thigh, streaming off his clenched right hand, and a wet spot was forming at the end of a long shaft tenting out his underwear. Jeremy stopped laughing when he realized how mortified Pete was.
"Dude, I'm so sorry, I just couldn't help it. My girlfriend and I were talking dirty, I got a little into it that's all. I'm so sorry, I feel so horrible." Pete hung the phone up on his girl and held his cum free hand in front of his bulging erection. He was beyond embarrassed, he was caught in the act. Not the right first impression on a guy you would be spending the next year living in close quarters with.
Jeremy thought quickly he needed to relax Pete. Of course this definitely meant he wasn't going to get to practice today. "Look, Pete, it's not a problem. I know what it is like to be a guy. Hell, you were the definition of guy back at our school. Every guy does it. We're roommates, we keep secrets, we become best friends. Don't worry about it."
"That's awesome man. You are such a great guy. I owe you one, roommate. You're Jeremy right? I remember you; you were our star sprinter on the track team. You had the girls all over you too. I always thought of it as a challenge to bed them before you did." He reached out his hand to shake, and Jeremy grabbed it quickly pulling back. "Oh shit, I'm sorry." That was all Pete could say as Jeremy wiped his new roommates cum on his jeans. They broke out into laughter. After a while it subsided.
"Don't worry about it man. I guess I'm too late for practice, so we'll just hang out this afternoon?" Pete nodded in answer to Jeremy's question. "I've gotta unload my stuff...that should give you some time to clean up." Jeremy chuckled as he peeled of his shirt. "Damn its warm out." He headed out to his car.
After about fifteen minutes he finally had the last load of his stuff in front of his dorm room. A couple of girls in the room down the hall were peering out their door, enamored by the hunk that had been carrying in boxes. Jeremy stretched; he made sure the girls had plenty of time to take in his tight body. He decided to put on a little show and reached down the front of his pants. He gently stroked himself until he was hard and then shifted it to show off as much as possible. After a minute or so he pulled his hand out, licked his fingers and opened the door to his room. He loved teasing the girls; they were practically falling out of the doorway. He knew by the end of the first week he would be involved with those girls in one orgy of passion.
Pete was still in his briefs, but all cleaned up. There was a slight stain in his briefs where his cock head was still plainly visible. Although he was no longer erect, the full outline of his large manhood was obvious. At the least, it was a big improvement over their cum-drenched introduction. Jeremy pulled off his jeans, so he could cool off in nothing but his boxers. Together they moved in the boxes. The girls at the end of the hall were still watching and were now doubly excited because the two scantily clad hunks were using all their muscles in provocative ways as they moved the boxes. Pete and Jeremy were putting on quite the show.
Once all of the boxes had been brought into the room the two overheated boys closed the door to their room, opened their window wide and collapsed in their chairs. They arranged their chairs so that they could carry on a conversation if the wished. The chit chat was pretty informal to start. Jeremy couldn't help but notice, in the tight quarters and reduced clothing situation, that Pete's briefs were having a difficult time containing his cock. Jeremy could see why the girls liked Pete so much. His jet black hair flowed down to his broad muscular shoulders. His body was cut from stone with the flowing dark hair that gave his face a brooding and intense look. No girl could resist him, of that Jeremy was sure, especially if she knew what he was packing into those briefs. Without realizing how out of context the statement would be, Jeremy blurted out the question at the front of his mind.
