Submitting To My Roommate: My New Gay Life
I was 18 years old when I had my first gay experience. I was at a private all male college (yes, a few do still exist), it was my freshman year and I shared a room with another freshman named Chris. It seemed that other guys could tell right away the Chris was gay but it didn't cross my mind – I was too concerned with getting settled in and getting along with others. Chris was a nice enough guy but just not the type I would hang around with – not like my other "cool" friends.
I always considered myself straight and wanted to stay as far away from associating with anyone gay as I could. But being Chris was my roommate, there was nothing I could do about being far from him – but it didn't matter – I was straight and that's all that mattered. Or at least that's what I thought until one night my whole life was changed.
One evening Chris and I were studying in our room as normal. I was at my desk (it was on the right side facing in and faced into the middle of the room and had a several rows of shelves so I couldn't see other parts of the room). All of a sudden I felt a pinch on my balls. I pushed my chair back and said "what the hell…" Looking down I saw Chris on his hands and knees at the front of the desk.
"What are you doing?" I sort of yelled – not wanting to cause a commotion that would bring anyone else into our room.
"You wear such tight pants all the time, and the outline of your balls and cock are so easy to see, that I just couldn't control myself" he replied.
It was true, my corduroy pants were tight and when I sat down in a chair my balls and cock stood out more.
"I just had to grab them" Chris went on.
I was so stunned by what happened that I did not know what else to say so I mumbled some reply about having a lot of work to do and went back to my studies.
A couple of hours later it was time for lights out for freshmen, so, I both Chris and I acted as if nothing had happened and did our normal routines before going to bed, brushed our teeth, stripped to our briefs, and then went to sleep. End of another routine day – or so I thought.
But instead of falling asleep right away like I normally do, my mind just kept racing about what Chris had done. What did it mean I asked myself? I was a shy kid and never had even kissed a girl but my hormones were raging as much as any one my age and I was very interested in sex. But with whom? As I said before, my college was all male and girls were barely a presence on campus - except on weekends when there were parties and dances. But even then, I never had the courage to talk to them – and always doubted that they were even interested in me anyhow.
Now here I was with my roommate who seemed to not just interested in me but wanted to have sex with me. I wasn't sure what to do but I do know that I was getting very turned on – my cock was hard and before I knew it my hand was moving down to stroke it. It felt good as I rapped by hands around it and started the up and down motion I had done my times before but never with anyone around – not to mention in the bed next to mine. I began to fantasize about Chris's cock, wondering how big it was, what it would be like to hold it and do who knows what else with it. My hand began to move faster and faster up and down my shaft. I didn't think that Chris was awake so I thought I could just continue on without getting caught. Then he spoke.
"Are you jerking off?" he asked.
Shaken that I was caught jerking off I made an the almost involuntary reply "ah, no, I was, ah, just scratching an itch."
"Uhuh." He replied sounding anything but convinced.
Next thing I knew I could hear what sounded like Chris was jerking off. I leaned up out of my bed to look at him and could see the raised sheets and some motion going on. He was – my limp cock immediately got hard and I started to jerk off too. But this time I lowered my bed sheets so my naked body was exposed and my jerking off completely in his view. Chris looked over at me, perhaps a little shocked by my blatant sexual act, but that was ok by me. I was always a bit of an exhibitionist and it turned me on to know he was watching me. And it was also a way of saying that yes, I wanted to have sex with him.
"Do you want to have sex?" Chris then whispered to me.
"Yes" I replied not knowing what I was going to do.
Before I had a chance to do anything, Chris got out of his bed and walked over to mine. My heart was racing at the thought that I was doing something forbidden but very exciting. I moved over and he slid into the bed next to me. It seemed we acted out of instinct and lust and grabbed each other's cock right away. I'll never forget the moment I touched his cock, it felt so good wrapping my hands around what turned out to be a long and fat cock. It just felt perfect, like I should always be doing it, and my hand began to move up and down his big shaft. I moaned. Chris moaned and said as he stroked by cock.
"You've got a big cock".
That was nice of him to say but really wasn't true, in fact, I was a bit smaller than average but pretty thick - but it didn't matter. We stroked each others cock, our warm bodies together and then Chris said "I want you to suck my cock."
