It was almost Labor Day. Time to resume the college grind. I had had a decent summer job in my hometown, nothing too exciting really, and I was ready to focus on my senior year and whatever lay beyond.
With the overcrowding at the college even a senior didn't rate a private room so I had to face the roommate lottery again. I was assigned Adam, a sophomore physics major. We chatted at lunch about roommate compatibility. Morning or evening person? What kind of music? That kind of thing. What we didn't chat about was sexual preference. There was no way Adam could know that I was gay.
The next day, Saturday, was two days before registration. Adam jumped out of bed and beat me to the hall shower. Although we're in a coed dorm we're on a men's floor, so Adam returned from the shower with his towel wrapped around his waist and nothing else. I was studying the catalog but couldn't help noticing that he seemed to be taking an unusually long time to finish drying off. In fact, it seemed like he kept massaging his crotch. I don't think he saw me sneaking a peek; it did make me wonder.
I got up as if to go to the closet and, as I passed him, said "Seems like you're paying a lot of attention to your lower region."
Embarrassed, he turned to get his underwear out of the dresser, but his hand slipped and the towel fell away revealing a more than modest erection. "Wow," I said, "You know if you keep drying that thing it'll get wet." He managed a little laugh.
"I mean, what if I do this?" I faked a move as if to grab his penis, which responded by going up in the air several inches. "Gee, if it does that when I don't touch it what happens if I do?" With that, I prodded the head gently. It swelled and ascended even more. "Or if I do this." I circled my thumb and finger around his engorged prick and started milking it, slowly at first and then faster.
His eyes half closed and he sputtered, "I think we need to, uh, stop." But he made no move to disengage and in short order he came on the towel that had long since been deposited on the floor.
The next day, Sunday, I decided to take the next step toward my little scheme. To do this I had to recruit the two guys in the adjacent dorm room (or should I say two gays?--no, our whole floor wasn't gay (except for Adam)--it just seemed that way.)
