Even though my new roommate was straight, he never had any problem with me being gay. In fact, from the start I think he was intrigued by it. More and more he was hanging out with my gay friends and acting totally comfortable among them, unlike many other straights guys I've known. Brian was a freshman and was assigned as my roommate after my old one dropped out of school. So he was impressionable, as he found himself spending time with me and my buddies, an older crowd.
One night I came back to our room late and saw I had surprised Brian doing something. He was in bed, and as soon as I came into the room he pulled the sheets up over himself, his face blushing. I figured I had caught him jerking off. He jerked off a lot. When you share a room with a guy you sense those things, you hear those tell-tale noises at night, you notice the crumpled-up tissues in the morning.
"Hey, Brian," I said, with a leer in my eye. "Are you doing something
nasty
under those sheets?"
He didn't say anything. He lay there, frozen, still blushing. So, feeling playful, I pulled the sheet off of him. The sight that met my eyes was Brian, in all his naked glory, and with his dick vividly erect. His dick being hard was no surprise. What was a surprise was another sight -- there was a
dildo
sticking out of his ass!
"Looks like someone around here likes to get his butt reamed out."
"I-- uh-- just wanted to feel what it's-- uh-- like to take something-- uh-- back there," he stammered, blushing fiercely, looking so cute and appealing like that.
I'd been having this feeling about Brian, sensing he was just about ready to come out of the closet. He was incredibly good-looking, and the co-eds drooled whenever they were near him. And yet he didn't seem to pay much attention to them. What did that mean, I often wondered?
I sat down on the edge of his bed and looked down at his cock.
"Turn around," I said, sensing he'd gladly do whatever I asked of him now.
He turned around and I gazed at his smooth, muscled buttocks, the pink rubber dildo hanging obscenely between them. Brian was a dreamboat. He was on the track team and had a runner's lean, tight body, all sleek and smooth. I took hold of the dildo, twisting it around slowly and sensually inside him. He groaned when he felt me do that, pushing his butt back against my hand, savoring it. Now I was certain I had been correct about him.
"Doesn't that feel good? You couldn't move it around in there like that by yourself, could you?" I asked. Then I brought my lips down to his ear. "A rubber one's nice, but how'd you like to find out what a
real cock
can do for you?"
Once, when a friend of mine had decided to probe, Brian had sworn that he'd never gotten it on with another guy, that he was straight. We figured that was probably the case since, with us, he'd have nothing to hide.
He whipped his head around, looking at me with those big soulful eyes of his.
"I-- I would, I'd like that, I really would," he whispered.
So now I pulled the dildo out of his ass and set it aside. Then I took off my clothes as Brian watched. He had seen my cock many times, but never erect. Now it was erect,
very
erect, all nine, thick inches of it. His jaw dropped as he stared at it. I had noticed before, when we'd taken showers in the gym together, how Brian would sneak a glance down below, checking me out. Straight guys, I knew, do that too with each other. But there was just
something
about the way Brian gazed at mine.
"Wow, you're really hung."
"Is it too big? Does it scare you?"
"Uh-- no-- it's -- it's beautiful, I love it!"
"Hold it then, take it in your hand."
His hands trembled a little as he wrapped his fingers around my rigid shaft. He may never have handled another man's cock before, but he sure had handled his own plenty. So he knew just what he was doing as he handled mine. And as he massaged my stiff tool, he looked up at me with longing eyes. I knew that look well. It was the look of someone who yearned to do whatever you wanted of him, it was the look of a
bottom
. And that was just fine by me because, if anything, I tend to be a top. I like to sock it to a dude, to have him do my bidding.
"
Suck it!
" I hissed at him, waving it in his face as I reached around with a hand and pressed his head close. He wrapped his lips around it hungrily, looking up at me all the while. He had such a handsome face, and he looked especially cute right now with his lips stretched open, his mouth stuffed with my cock. It was one thing for him to handle my dick with finesse, the first he had handled other than his own if he were to be believed -- and I did believe Brian. But now he licked and sucked my cock like a natural, like he'd been doing it forever. Maybe he practiced on that dildo of his, or maybe he just had the knack. Some guys, they're natural-born cocksuckers from the moment they take the first one in their mouths. My first lover told me I fit that bill myself.
"Can I see your ass?"
"You just what to see it? Is that all?"
"Uh-- no-- " he stammered, blushing again appealingly.
"What else then?" I teased, wanting to hear him say it.
"I-- I-- want to-- to lick it!" he spat out.
I remembered how back at the gym, I had caught Brian not only stealing glances at my dick, but checking out my bottom too with equally curious eyes. So now I turned around and pushed that bottom he had admired up to his face, reaching back to spread myself open.
