When I moved in with Nick I was a 22 year old student. He was 21 and on a sports science course on the same campus. A mutual friend introduced us and it just so happened that Nick was looking for a roommate as I was looking for a new place to live. I was immediately attracted to Nick on a physical level; blond, 5"7, toned with a slim body and quite feminine features. He had a friendly, mild demeanour about him and we got along well.
The student house we shared was typically small with one bathroom, and in the mornings it was often the case where I would be going into the bathroom as Nick was coming out, a towel wrapped around his waist, hair damp from the shower. He had a hard washboard stomach, subtle abs, and a smooth torso. As a straight guy, I could not get over how horny the sight of him semi undressed made me feel, and had to work hard not to stare at him on our morning meetings.
One time, my stare had lingered just a little too long; Nick had stepped from the bathroom with a slight 'tent' as if he'd been masturbating minutes earlier. I was sure he'd seen me looking and I'd blushed deeply before quickly stepping into the bathroom. I had long harboured bi fantasies, and they were always of men with similar characteristics to Nick; never butch men. I had never had the opportunity to act on them but I found myself yearning to experiment, especially in sucking another guy's cock which had become something of an obsession.
Two nights after the 'tent' incident I was watching late night TV. Nick was upstairs studying. I slipped my favourite porno into the machine and turned the volume way down then ran the tape to the scene that always turned me on. The scene begins with a woman sucking a huge, thick cock in close up. The long scene is interrupted by another cock entering frame and the woman taking it in her mouth whilst jerking the other., then licking and tonguing both cocks, taking each head in her mouth as they erupt, before rubbing the cum dripping cocks together, lapping up the thick cream.
As the climax approached I stroked my hard cock through my jeans, wishing I had the house to myself so that I could strip and masturbate slowly, pausing and re-winding the scene. When Nick's voice broke the silence I almost shouted.
- "Don't let me stop you".
He was standing at the foot of the stairs.
- "I wasn't-"
- "I was just about to have one myself to be honest. That's given me some good material. Thanks."
I stood there, lost for words. What the fuck did he mean? He smiled, raised his eyebrows and made back up the stairs, calling;
- "I'll see you soon"
I stood there not knowing what to think or do. My hard cock pounded against my jeans and my throat felt dry. I was about to turn the TV off when the house plunged into darkness. The room, pitch black, fell silent. I looked out of the window and saw lights on in neighbouring houses and realised that a fuse must have blown. I knew that the fuse box was in Nick's room, and as soon as I remembered this, my heart started pounding in my ears.
Was Nick toying with me? I called his name and got no reply. I started walking up the stairs, my hands brushing the walls to keep my balance in the blackness. I called him again and got no answer. I stopped at his door, on the right at the top of the stairs and went to knock, then realised the door was open. I entered, searching the blackness for him, then stopped as I saw his outline; the moon threw just about enough light on him to partly illuminate him, standing in the centre of the room. I then realised he was standing naked, covered only by a thin dressing gown, tied loosely round the waist.
My voice catches in my throat as I try to speak.
- "Come here", he tells me softly. "I've seen you looking at me. It's okay. Don't be embarrassed."
I do as he asks, until I stand face to face with him. He hands me a lit joint. I take a deep pull, then another, the heady weed hitting me quickly. I take another long pull and pass the joint back. My hand is trembling.
- "You hard?"
I pause momentarily.
- "Uh huh".
His face is still mostly in pitch black, but I can make out the outline of his pouting mouth.
-"Get on your knees".
I feel like I'm dreaming. I feel slightly weak and the weed has really taken hold. I do as he says. He slips the gown open and his stiff cock springs out. Even in the near darkness I see the handsomeness of his cock; at least 7 inches, like my own, but thicker than I imagined. The shaft is smooth and his blonde pubic hair trimmed short. The mushroom head bobs and jumps in front of my face.
- "Not yet".
The instinct to engulf his throbbing meat with my mouth is huge. He starts to rub the warm cock slowly over my smooth cheek, and I feel the silky warmth, the softness of its skin.
-"You ever sucked a cock before?"
