The Perfect Roommate
I was an eighteen year old virgin and off to a private Christian college. The school was about ten hours away and I didn't know anyone there. It was a place that my parents had picked out for me and since they were willing to pay for it, I didn't object. I arrive on the first day, driving myself, with no idea where I was going or what I was supposed to do. I only knew that I had been assigned a dorm room and a random freshman to be my roommate.
I got there a week before classes started and had the room to myself for the first five days. I was beginning to think my roommate wasn't going to show when I heard a knock on the door and watched a average skinny, baby-faced guy come in and introduce himself.
"Hi, I'm Tim! You must be my roommate." I stood up and shook his hand, noticing how soft it felt. That seemed a little strange, but Tim looked like he had never done a day of work or athletics in his life.
"Hi, Tim. I'm Dave. Very nice to meet you."
I helped him carry his things inside and unpack and we talked a lot for the first few days while I shared everything I knew about campus. I found out that we had nothing much in common, but he had a good personality and we got along fine. Once classes started, we didn't cross paths too often except in the evenings or in the mornings showering. The dorm was very old and had open communal showers like a lot of high school locker rooms. So every day we would walk down to the showers together and shower before going our separate ways. I was on one of those mornings that I started noticing how endowed Tim was. I had showered with lots of guys over the years after gym class and athletic events, but I had never seen a tool as big as Tim's. It was around 7 to 8 inches soft.
Although amazed by the size, I never gave it too much thought. I was really working hard on getting a girlfriend and had zero interest in guys. But, after about 5 months of living in close proximity, something was slowly changing. I didn't have a girlfriend and Tim didn't seem too interested in finding one, so we hung out together more frequently. Tim had been raised by a single mom, so I constantly had to teach him things about being a man, like shaving and such. We were becoming very close friends.
I was horny all the time, like any eighteen year old guy, and regularly masturbated whenever Tim was not in the room. I masturbated in the showers when I could, but that was a risky proposition. I almost got caught several times and the school had very strict policies prohibiting such activities. After mid-term exams the second semester, I had not been able to masturbate for almost a week. I was ready to explode. I waited until around 1am, when I knew Tim would be asleep and I started showing my aching cock some self-love. It felt so good. I was so horny, I decided to get out of bed and be daring. (always been an exhibitionist)
