Thank you to Oldbroad76 for editing.
BOOK I
The Temptation
University was about to begin, and I arrived at my dormitory building. Ii was tall, ten stories with multiple dorms on each floor. As I walked through the halls I saw dozens of faces, all different people whom I would hopefully become friends with.
I had always been a bit of a nerd, keeping to myself. Most of my nights were spent playing games, but I was hopeful that it would all change.
When I arrived at my own dorm, my roommate hadn't arrived yet.
It was a nice dorm though. The main room had a living room and kitchen, then two separate bedrooms and a bathroom that we would share. There was already a sofa and beds, so I just needed to make it home.
Then I heard the door open, and I turned to see who my roommate would be.
To say I was shocked would be an understatement.
"Hey." This man said to me.
He was.... Huge! There was no way he was 18! He was well over six foot tall, and his body was like a professional weight lifter. He could pass for 30!
"Hello?" I replied, still shocked.
"I'm Ryan," He said and reach his hand forward, his massive muscles really were on show. "Guess you're my roommate."
"Y-yes," I nervously replied and shook his massive hand, "I'm Harvey."
"Nice to meet you," He said. "We're gonna have some fun in here."
I gave a nervous chuckle. Straight away I could tell we were nothing alike. He obviously was sporty, and I was a nerd.
We both spent a few hours unpacking before I sat on the sofa and set up my game console.
"Oh, what you got?" Ryan asked and sat down next to me. I felt so damn small next to him.
"Just a few games. Do you want to play anything?" I asked.
"Do you have FIFA?" He asked.
Obviously, he liked the sport games.
"Yeah." I replied and put it on.
As we played, I found out that Ryan played rugby, which should've been obvious, and that he intended on sleeping with as many girls as possible at Uni.
Ryan was nice, and we actually had a fair bit in common, even though we were two completely different people.
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As the first month of Uni went on, I got stuck in with my studies as Ryan partied and enjoyed himself. He was a nice guy and a good roommate, always keeping it tidy. The only downside was that he brought nearly a different girl home every night, and I had to listen to him fuck them like an animal.
I couldn't believe some of the things I would hear these girls say. He seemed to bring out the slut in them.
Myself, well I did actually sleep with two girls in this time! To my own surprise! It was mainly thanks to Ryan. He had brought girls back, and twice they had friends that came with them, and he talked me up to the stage where they were happy to have sex.
Although sleeping with one in my normal, boring way, I could tell they were jealous over the noises coming from the room next to us.
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A few months went by like that. I was enjoying my time, and although it was a little boring, I enjoyed being away from home.
And then... everything changed one day when Ryan proposed something to me.
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"Are you serious?" I asked while looking up at my roommate Ryan.
"Come on Harvey," He sighed, "I'm desperate."
I knew I was sat down, but he towered over me at all times. Ryan was a giant rugby player with arms as thick as tree trunks. He had short, brown hair and wore tight fitting clothes that showed off his body.
"Not a chance." I said loudly. I couldn't believe what he asked of me.
Behind Ryan I could see the door to our University dorm, and I was making sure it was closed so no one could accidently see or hear this ridiculous conversation.
In his jogging bottoms I could see a little bulge at his crotch, which cemented the fact that I was not going to agree to his crazy offer.
"Please mate," He moaned. "It's been like two weeks since my last one."
"I don't care," I told him. "Go and have a wank."
"I hate doing that," he told me back, like it was unreasonable for me to say no. "It'll only take a minute."
"No," I said and stood up, only showing more how much bigger he was than me. "I'm not making you cum."
"No one will know," he told me. "Just a quick handjob, and then I'll be good to go."
"Do you know how gay that is?" I scoffed and walked away.
I only made it to the sink before he called at me again.
"It's not gay," Ryan said. "It's just you helping out a mate that's done you so many favours."
I rolled my eyes at his attempt.
"I'm sure you have loads of girls that can do that for you." I told him as I poured myself a glass of water.
"You know what they've been saying about me lately," Ryan moaned. "All those little bitches have given me a bad name."
I couldn't help but laugh when he said that. He had fucked nearly every girl in our dorm block, and recently they had all been bitching about him and the way he treats girls.
Sharing a dorm with him I knew just how hard he fucked these girls. Many nights I was kept awake listening to them all moan like whores for him, but the next day he would cut off all contact.
So now, none of them would go near him.
Going a long period of time without getting action was nothing new to me. I was a skinny, shy guy, so going a long time without sex wasn't a big deal, but for Ryan, I knew a 2 week dry patch was a big deal. Still, I wasn't about to give him a handjob.
"Sorry," I told him, "You'll have to find someone else."
"Guess you'll have to find a new wingman." Ryan told me.
That didn't bother me as much as he thought it would. It was true that the two girls I had slept with were thanks to him, but again, sex wasn't high on my priority list. Being so bad with girls kind of made me not bothered about getting with them. I wasn't one that would see a beautiful girl and immediately think that I wanted to fuck her. I barely noticed half the time.
After my rejection about making him cum, Ryan left our dorm disappointed.
He went to hang out with his rugby mates, and I stayed in playing games online. But for the three hours I was alone, I couldn't stop thinking about his offer.
I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it before. Being so unsuccessful with women made me think that maybe it would be easier with a man. I had even wanked to a few Literotica stories about gay men, but whenever I actually thought about being with a guy, I was always put off. Something just stopped me.
But here I was, considering giving my roommate a handjob. The idea slowly didn't seem that bad.
Thoughts kept running through my head for three hours.
What would another man's cock feel like in my hand?
Would I like seeing my friend cum?
Could I even make him cum? I've never done anything with a guy before.
By the time Ryan came back, I had somehow talked my way into considering it. Ryan stumbled in, clearly drunk.
"How's it going?" He slurred out.
Ryan stumbled over and crashed down onto the sofa, and he practically sat on me by accident.
