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We made a promise never to tell another soul about what went on in our dorm room. We both knew that nobody else would understand, so what was the point of exposing our secret? We weren’t gay, but that would sound incredibly strange if anybody ever found out about us. How do you deny being gay, when you regularly take cock up your ass?
Dale and I became close friends almost instantly. He was just like me in many ways. He played football in high school, had a long term relationship with a girl on the other side of the state, and neither of us were quite sure why on earth we had come to college.
I was glad to have Dale as my roommate. I always felt comfortable around him, and the fact that we got on so well, meant that our friendship became even stronger as the months went by.
We told each other things that we’d never told anybody else. Dale revealed that he was having trouble with his girlfriend, and that she was rarely interested in having sex. I told him that I was going through similar problems with my girlfriend, and I guess we bonded over our shared case of blue balls.
As we got closer, our jokes became more personal. Neither of us thought much of it to begin with, but I knew things were shifting when I mindlessly offered to jerk him off one Sunday evening, when he returned after a weekend back home.
“You know what, man” he laughed, as he fell back onto his bed and sighed, “one of these days I’ll take you up on that offer”.
It was a joke. The same type of joke that was becoming more and more frequent between us, and then one day it stopped being a joke.
Dale came back from the gym, and I could hear his voice outside the door as he spoke to his girlfriend on the phone. They were arguing, again, which was nothing new, but when he got inside, I knew that something more serious had happened.
“She’s cheating on me” he said, and I could tell that he was trying to act as though it wasn’t bothering him. “Fuck, man”.
I don’t know why I offered, and I don’t know how he knew that I was serious when I did, but that afternoon, Dale stood next to my bed and thanked me as he pulled out his cock and put it in my mouth.
I can’t describe my reasoning for it. Despite the fact that the six foot three, football player was undeniably handsome, I wasn’t attracted to him. Not in the way I was attracted to women, anyway.
I wanted to help him. I wanted to relieve the stress that he was going through, and as a nineteen year old guy, myself, I knew that the best way to blow off some steam was through sex.
He laughed when I began to suck, which, in turn, caused me to laugh. Neither of us took it all too seriously, but our relationship changed that afternoon as I swallowed his cock.
I don’t know what I expected. I don’t know if I’d ever even imagined it before, but sucking Dale’s cock wasn’t too bad. In fact, there was something exciting about being able to pleasure myroommatein such a way. I almost felt powerful.
He didn’t want to cum in my mouth the first time we did it, so he jerked off in front of me, and shot his load into his hand. I’ll never forget the sight of his large, wet cock shooting thick streams of sperm into his palm, and the sudden change in his demeanour once the post-nut clarity kicked in.
“We can’t tell anybody about this, man” he said, pulling up his boxer briefs.
“Deal”.
And it was a deal. We both agreed to take our secret to the grave, and by doing so, we gave ourselves permission to continue with our newfound plan. It wasn’t an everyday occurrence, but it did become more and more frequent.
I knew exactly when Dale needed a blowjob, and after a few one-sided weeks, he began to get the memo, too. The first night that I lay on my bed with the lights switched off, and watched him bob up and down on my cock, was one of the best experiences of my life.
Men knew what other men wanted. Sure, it took some time to get used to a guy sucking my dick, but he was better than any woman I’d ever had before. His hand stroked the base, whilst his mouth teased the sensitive glans, and it never took more than five minutes before I was gasping through an orgasm.
At some point, we both realised that it was far easier to simply swallow a load than go through the clean up, afterwards, and I was the one who first bit the bullet and let him cum in my mouth.
We were both nervously excited as I got down on my knees and he sat on the edge of his bed. I’d grown to learn everything that I needed to know about sucking Dale’s cock. I knew that he liked to start off slow, and gradually increase the pace. I knew that he liked having his balls massaged as I sucked, and I knew that when he began to moan, it would take only seconds before he orgasmed.
“Are you sure?!” He gasped, as I took more of his cock into my throat. “I’m gonna cum, are you sure?!”
I grunted back at him as we both braced ourselves, and then I felt my roommate stiffen up, and ropes of warm cum squirted into the back of my throat. I was surprised by my own willingness to swallow, but as soon as I did, I knew that there was no looking back.
Cum tasted good. I didn’t like admitting that to myself, but how could I deny it? There was something deliciously sweet about Dale’s sperm, and from that moment onwards, I never let a load go to waste.
It was funny, really. Inside the walls of our dorm room, Dale and I pleasured each other in ways that nobody else could imagine, but outside, we had different groups of friends, and rarely did more than nod at each other in the corridors.
It was his idea to fuck. I could tell that he’d been reluctant to ask me, and truth be told, I’d been reluctant to agree. At what point did it stop being just two friends helping each other out? At what point did it become gay?
We discussed it one evening, and eventually I agreed to let him try. I wanted to take it slow, and I demanded enough lube to open up a lube factory, and after almost an hour of fooling around with each other, I got to my hands and knees on his bed, and experienced a finger in my ass for the first time in my life.
I can’t say that it was the most pleasurable thing we had done, but it wasn’t awful, either. Dale spent about fifteen minutes slowly sliding his fingers in and out of me, and once we were both ready, he replaced his fingers with his cock, and fucked me for the first time.
I’d always assumed that women were exaggerating when they said that anal hurt, but I learned that night, that anal fucking hurt. It wasn’t excruciating, but it was enough for me to groan as he held my hips and began to pound. Thankfully, it didn’t take long for that pain to subside, and what came after it, was something that neither of us expected.
I came on the bed without touching myself. Dale was almost as shocked by it as I was. It felt like I was pissing, but the orgasm that ripped through my body as he fucked me, was out of this world. It was an orgasm that I’d chase for the rest of my life, but one which I received regularly, thanks to my roommate’s insatiable sexual appetite.
Dale didn’t want to be fucked. He’d made that clear from the beginning, and I was alright with that because he made up for that by being a willing mouth whenever I needed one.
So, that was that. Our entire year was spent helping each other out in ways that nobody else would ever know, and I wouldn’t have changed a single thing about it.
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We made a promise never to tell another soul about what went on in our dorm room. We both knew that nobody else would understand, so what was the point of exposing our secret? We weren’t gay, but that would sound incredibly strange if anybody ever found out about us. How do you deny being gay, when you regularly take cock up your ass?
Dale and I became close friends almost instantly. He was just like me in many ways. He played football in high school, had a long term relationship with a girl on the other side of the state, and neither of us were quite sure why on earth we had come to college.
I was glad to have Dale as my roommate. I always felt comfortable around him, and the fact that we got on so well, meant that our friendship became even stronger as the months went by.
We told each other things that we’d never told anybody else. Dale revealed that he was having trouble with his girlfriend, and that she was rarely interested in having sex. I told him that I was going through similar problems with my girlfriend, and I guess we bonded over our shared case of blue balls.
As we got closer, our jokes became more personal. Neither of us thought much of it to begin with, but I knew things were shifting when I mindlessly offered to jerk him off one Sunday evening, when he returned after a weekend back home.
“You know what, man” he laughed, as he fell back onto his bed and sighed, “one of these days I’ll take you up on that offer”.
It was a joke. The same type of joke that was becoming more and more frequent between us, and then one day it stopped being a joke.
Dale came back from the gym, and I could hear his voice outside the door as he spoke to his girlfriend on the phone. They were arguing, again, which was nothing new, but when he got inside, I knew that something more serious had happened.
“She’s cheating on me” he said, and I could tell that he was trying to act as though it wasn’t bothering him. “Fuck, man”.
I don’t know why I offered, and I don’t know how he knew that I was serious when I did, but that afternoon, Dale stood next to my bed and thanked me as he pulled out his cock and put it in my mouth.
I can’t describe my reasoning for it. Despite the fact that the six foot three, football player was undeniably handsome, I wasn’t attracted to him. Not in the way I was attracted to women, anyway.
I wanted to help him. I wanted to relieve the stress that he was going through, and as a nineteen year old guy, myself, I knew that the best way to blow off some steam was through sex.
He laughed when I began to suck, which, in turn, caused me to laugh. Neither of us took it all too seriously, but our relationship changed that afternoon as I swallowed his cock.
I don’t know what I expected. I don’t know if I’d ever even imagined it before, but sucking Dale’s cock wasn’t too bad. In fact, there was something exciting about being able to pleasure myroommatein such a way. I almost felt powerful.
He didn’t want to cum in my mouth the first time we did it, so he jerked off in front of me, and shot his load into his hand. I’ll never forget the sight of his large, wet cock shooting thick streams of sperm into his palm, and the sudden change in his demeanour once the post-nut clarity kicked in.
“We can’t tell anybody about this, man” he said, pulling up his boxer briefs.
“Deal”.
And it was a deal. We both agreed to take our secret to the grave, and by doing so, we gave ourselves permission to continue with our newfound plan. It wasn’t an everyday occurrence, but it did become more and more frequent.
I knew exactly when Dale needed a blowjob, and after a few one-sided weeks, he began to get the memo, too. The first night that I lay on my bed with the lights switched off, and watched him bob up and down on my cock, was one of the best experiences of my life.
Men knew what other men wanted. Sure, it took some time to get used to a guy sucking my dick, but he was better than any woman I’d ever had before. His hand stroked the base, whilst his mouth teased the sensitive glans, and it never took more than five minutes before I was gasping through an orgasm.
At some point, we both realised that it was far easier to simply swallow a load than go through the clean up, afterwards, and I was the one who first bit the bullet and let him cum in my mouth.
We were both nervously excited as I got down on my knees and he sat on the edge of his bed. I’d grown to learn everything that I needed to know about sucking Dale’s cock. I knew that he liked to start off slow, and gradually increase the pace. I knew that he liked having his balls massaged as I sucked, and I knew that when he began to moan, it would take only seconds before he orgasmed.
“Are you sure?!” He gasped, as I took more of his cock into my throat. “I’m gonna cum, are you sure?!”
I grunted back at him as we both braced ourselves, and then I felt my roommate stiffen up, and ropes of warm cum squirted into the back of my throat. I was surprised by my own willingness to swallow, but as soon as I did, I knew that there was no looking back.
Cum tasted good. I didn’t like admitting that to myself, but how could I deny it? There was something deliciously sweet about Dale’s sperm, and from that moment onwards, I never let a load go to waste.
It was funny, really. Inside the walls of our dorm room, Dale and I pleasured each other in ways that nobody else could imagine, but outside, we had different groups of friends, and rarely did more than nod at each other in the corridors.
It was his idea to fuck. I could tell that he’d been reluctant to ask me, and truth be told, I’d been reluctant to agree. At what point did it stop being just two friends helping each other out? At what point did it become gay?
We discussed it one evening, and eventually I agreed to let him try. I wanted to take it slow, and I demanded enough lube to open up a lube factory, and after almost an hour of fooling around with each other, I got to my hands and knees on his bed, and experienced a finger in my ass for the first time in my life.
I can’t say that it was the most pleasurable thing we had done, but it wasn’t awful, either. Dale spent about fifteen minutes slowly sliding his fingers in and out of me, and once we were both ready, he replaced his fingers with his cock, and fucked me for the first time.
I’d always assumed that women were exaggerating when they said that anal hurt, but I learned that night, that anal fucking hurt. It wasn’t excruciating, but it was enough for me to groan as he held my hips and began to pound. Thankfully, it didn’t take long for that pain to subside, and what came after it, was something that neither of us expected.
I came on the bed without touching myself. Dale was almost as shocked by it as I was. It felt like I was pissing, but the orgasm that ripped through my body as he fucked me, was out of this world. It was an orgasm that I’d chase for the rest of my life, but one which I received regularly, thanks to my roommate’s insatiable sexual appetite.
Dale didn’t want to be fucked. He’d made that clear from the beginning, and I was alright with that because he made up for that by being a willing mouth whenever I needed one.
So, that was that. Our entire year was spent helping each other out in ways that nobody else would ever know, and I wouldn’t have changed a single thing about it.
I hope you're enjoying my stories! If you are, please consider supporting my work through Patreon. I'm a full time gay erotic writer and by subscribing, you'll get access to hundreds of stories instantly, with new ones posted Monday to Friday! From mild to wild, romantic to kinky, you're guaranteed to find something for you!
