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> -=[ My New Room Mate ]=-
>
> I was just about ready to quit school, but convinced myself that I could
> endure one more year at State University. Thankfully, a good friend
> rented a big old house and invited a group of guys to share expenses.
> No more dorm life for me, but this could get interesting with 7 guys
> cooking, cleaning, and generally getting along. The house was close
> and convenient to campus, and I already knew some of the guys, but I
> had never met my roommate Barry.
>
> The August heat was very oppressive, and moving was almost more than I
> could stand. I was dreading unloading by myself, and was relieved that
> Barry was already there, and agreed to help. He didn't have any
> furniture, so he was glad I had a set of bunk beds, along with several
> other pieces of hand-me-down furniture.
>
> Barry seemed real nice. He was your typical jock, about 6' tall, sandy
> blond hair, cut short, brown eyes, and perfect teeth. He has a way of
> making you feel very welcome and comfortable, but intimidated just the
> same. We both soaked our T-shirts with sweat moving to the second
> floor. He hung right in there as we assembled the bunk beds and
> arranged the furniture. The room is fairly small, so we agree to stack
> the beds to give us more room.
>
> I'll never forget as Barry undressed to take a shower. He wasn't bashful
> as he strips and covered himself with a white towel. I thought of
> myself as a typical 'guy' but found myself admiring his smooth chest
> and well defined six-pack. I'm no jock, but keep myself in good shape,
> but he looked like the cover of 'Men's Health,' perfect hair, teeth,
> smile.
>
> When he returned to the room, I found myself wanting to catch a better
> look, and everything under the towel was as beautiful as the rest. His
> lack of modesty was totally uncommon for me, being raised in a very
> modest family. Barry quickly dressed and left to see his fiancé, who
> lived nearby.
>
> Our first night in the room went very smoothly. The bunk beds were old,
> and creaked as he got into bed. Barry slept in the nude, and watching
> him jump into bed was very interesting. From the very first night, we
> found ourselves talking for hours about every possible thing. Our
> friendship grew during the first weeks and months of school.
>
> I didn't consider myself a prude, but realized how uncomfortable I was
> about my own body. Barry's self confidence was a positive influence. I
> know it's odd, but I was still a virgin, never dating much, always more
> interested in academics. That's not to say that I was void of sexual
> desire, I had been masturbating for years to 'Playboy' and 'Forum'
> magazines. Living in a small room with Barry made jerking off
> difficult, and the old bunk beds were even worse.
>
> One night, about a month after school began, I awoke in the middle of
> the night, an unusual occurrence for me. It took me a few seconds to
> realize what had aroused me. At first it was a slight movement, and I
> realized that Barry was shaking the bed. I was then fully aware that he
> was jerking off! To my total amazement, I found myself aroused
> sexually. I lay quietly and listened to the slight movements and his
> breathing. When his breath caught in his throat, I knew that he had
> just cum, and I was even more aroused. 'What did his cock look like?' I
> found myself wondering. And just as quickly, my conscious chastised me
> for thinking such thoughts.
>
> As Barry rolled over, I listened as his breathing indicated he was
> asleep. My own arousal needed to be dealt with, and I slipped my
> underwear below my balls, and very carefully began to rub and stroke
> myself to orgasm. It was difficult to be quiet, but I managed to keep
> my groans down as I spilled all over my tummy. It was more powerful
> than usual, which confused me.
>
> Over the next several months, I was periodically aware of Barry jerking
> off. I never said or did anything, but always repeated his release with
> my own. I found myself being increasingly curious about his body, and
> found myself preoccupied with those thoughts.
>
> In late November, Barry came in one night pretty down. He typically
> wasn't home this early, so I knew something was wrong.
> He began the conversation, "Cynthia is a great women, and I love her.
> You know we're getting married in June, but she wants to be celibate
> till then. Man, this is going to kill me, and I don't have a choice."
>
> "That's a tough one, I bet it will be hard" I said with all sincerity.
>
> "Man, is that a joke? It's not very funny," Barry said.
>
> I blushed as I replied "Sorry, I didn't mean that as a joke" but
> couldn't help smile as I got the irony. Barry also smirked, and we both
> laughed. We talked for hours that night, and touched some pretty
> personal topics. After we were in bed, unable to see each other, the
> subject of sex came up again.
>
> "I guess I'll be jerking off just like you from now on," Barry said.
>
> "What do you mean 'just like me'?" I asked.
>
> "Well, I just figured that's what you did, and...you woke me up a few
> times."
>
> "Well, Mr. Hot Shot, you've woken me up a few times yourself."
>
> I could feel my face flush with embarrassment, and even more
> disturbingly, an erection developed. "I guess we both know that we jerk
> off," I said.
>
> After a brief silence, Barry asked "How much do you...you know...jerk
> off?"
>
> Aroused by the sexual conversation, I didn't hesitate to reply "Most
> every day, sometimes twice."
>
> "I thought I was pretty weird, but even when Cynthia and I were...you
> know...I still needed to jerk off a couple times per week."
>
> "Yeah, I noticed. This bunk bed tells all."
>
> I was already playing with myself as we talked. It was my turn to ask a
> personal question. "What's your favorite way to...uh...beat off?"
>
> "I used to use magazines a lot, when I had my own room. With you down
> below, I just try to remember a hot time...and...just stroke."
>
> My hand was getting a little more active. "I like hand lotion, get real
> slippery. I have some magazines in my desk that I use when your gone."
>
> "I know, I found them when I was looking for a calculator. Pretty hot
> stuff. That 'Hustler' had some pretty graphic stuff."
>
> I was getting close, and having trouble keeping the conversation going.
>
> "Man, are you doing it now?"
>
> "No" I lied.
>
> "Yes you are, I can tell," he replied.
>
> "Sorry, you're right. All this talk was getting me going."
>
> "Yeah, me too," Barry said.
>
> "Which picture did you like best in the 'Hustler'?" I asked.
>
> "The one where the guy was fucking the girl over the arm of the sofa."
>
> I could feel that Barry was also stroking off as we talked. I became
> bold in my movements. "Yeah, that was pretty hot. The girls looked like
> she was getting it royal. You can even see her wetness."
>
> "The picture of the girl friggin herself also got me going," Barry said.
>
>
> I couldn't respond right away, as I was busy spewing cum all over my
> tummy. I could still feel Barry pumping himself. He asked "You still
> there, got quiet all of a sudden."
>
> "Sorry, kind of distracted. Yeah that girl was really getting into it,
> but that couple really got me going. His cock was huge."
>
> A short silence. "Barry?"
>
> "...yes..." he replied.
>
> "You jerking off?"
>
> "Just did."
>
> "Me too."
>
> "I know."
>
> "Good night." And it was over. I found myself wondering what his cock
> looked like hard. How far and how much did he shoot?
>
> The very next day, when I knew that Barry would be in class, I shut the
> bedroom door, and got out the 'Hustler' magazine. I was planning a
> shower, so I stripped, and began to read the magazine. My mind was full
> of thoughts of Barry. I got out the hand lotion, and was really going
> to town, when I heard his footsteps approach the door. I quickly pulled
> over the sheet, barely covering my nakedness before he entered the
> room.
>
> "What are you doing out of class? I was just...ah...taking a quick nap."
>
>
> "Just couldn't go today. How about we do something fun. Haw about a
> drive in the country. It's a beautiful day," Barry said.
>
> Very conscious of my own nakedness, I replied "Well, maybe later."
>
> "Oh, come on," Barry said, as he grabbed the sheet to pull it off. I
> struggled to keep covered, but his actions were faster, and I was
> suddenly very vulnerable.
>
> "Didn't get enough last night?" Barry asked.
>
> "Hey, no such thing as 'enough'" I said.
>
> "Well, hurry up" he said. I though he would leave the room, but he went
> to his desk, facing the other way.
>
> "Barry, uh...could you...leave?" I asked.
>
> "Just do it, I won't watch," he replied.
>
> I was surprised that my body still wanted relief. Usually, once the mood
> was broken, all interest was lost, but my erection had returned. He
> wasn't looking, and we both did it last night. What the hell! I picked
> up the magazine, and began to beat off. I was so aroused that it only
> took a few minutes. As I put the magazine down, I saw that Barry had
> been watching.
>
> "You pervert!" I said, unable to get any real anger at the situation.
>
> "Not a bad show, man." Barry said.
>
> "Glad you liked it. You owe me," I joked. "Let me catch a quick shower
> and we're off."
>
> "You're already off" Barry said, and then laughed.
>
> "Cute" I smirked. I grabbed my towel and was gone to the bathroom. On my
> return I was startled to see Barry lying on my bed, pants around his
> hips, shirt pulled up under his chin, beating off with my magazine. I
> quickly closed the door but was unable to move.
>
> "Sorry, hope you don't mind. I decided I needed a little relief too."
> Barry continued to pump his amazing cock as he talked to me. My feet
> were glued to the carpet, unable to move my eyes from his amazing cock.
> It was about seven inches, tapered with a larger purple crown. Barry
> turned the page, and then resumed his pumping. I felt my own dick swell
> under the towel. Barry increased his speed, and was soon shooting cum
> onto his chest and tummy.
>
> "Could you hand me a Kleenex?" he asked.
>
> "Yeah...sure." I could barely move my feet, but was able to hand him the
> box. I tried to respond like it was 'no big deal' and began to get my
> clothes together. I dropped the towel to put on my underwear.
>
> "Thought you just took care of that," Barry relied, obviously in
> reference to my erection.
>
> "Well, sometimes once is not enough," I replied, unable to admit that
> his show had turned me on.
>
> We took a long drive in the country, never talking about sex at all. It
> was about a week before the topic came up again. We were both in bed,
> lights out. Barry surprised me when he brought the topic up.
>
> "You put on a pretty good show the other day. You got a great dick."
>
> I wasn't sure how to respond to his hooky words. All I could think to
> say was "Thanks...uh...you're not so bad yourself."
>
> "I've never seen a guy jerk off before."
>
> "Me either," I replied.
>
> "It was pretty hot," he said, as if it were an admission of truth.
>
> "You saw my reaction," I said.
>
> "Are you doing it now?" Barry asked.
>
> "Yes"
>
> "Me too"
>
> It was quiet for a minute. Suddenly, I heard Barry rustle around, and
> then his feet hit the floor.
>
> "Can I watch?" he asked.
>
> "Yes" I said, too quickly to be cool.
>
> He kneeled beside my bed, naked. I could almost feel his breath. The
> streetlight gave just enough light through the window for him to watch.
> My arousal went through the roof, and his eyes provided all the
> stimulation I needed. Knowing this hot jock wanted to watch me was too
> much. I closed my eyes as I approached climax. When I opened my eyes,
> Barry was watching very closely as I shot my first volley of cum which
> hit my left cheek.
>
> "Wow, not bad man. You shot pretty far," He said.
>
> I was suddenly very self-conscious of the cum, being naked, and feeling
> guilty. I reached for a tissue, and bumped into Barry. He saw what I
> was doing, and handed me the box. I was even more astounded when he
> leaned back on the floor, and began to beat off, obviously wanting me
> to watch. He spread his legs and played with his balls. I could hardly
> blink as he looked at me while increasing his tempo. It was only
> seconds before his breath caught in his throat, eyes rolled back in
> their sockets, and he shot ropes of cum all over his smooth chest. My
> heart was beating so fast from all the sexual energy that I could hear
> it in my ears. My erection had already returned. Barry wiped off his
> chest, and stood to get into bed. His dick was only inches from my
> face, and I could smell his scent and cum as he jumped into bed. I
> quickly brought myself to a second orgasm before falling asleep.
>
> I knew we had crossed a line, and wasn't sure what to think or do.
> Barry's body was totally in my mind. I suddenly had thoughts of what it
> would be like to suck his cock, touch his balls, roll his nipples. I
> was, at the same time, telling myself that I was straight, and the
> curiosity would pass.
>
> A few nights later, I had an opportunity to ask him a question. "You
> ever had a blow job?"
>
> "Yeah, lots of times. They're great. Why?"
>
> "Oh, just wondered. I've never had one."
>
> "You're kidding. Are you a virgin?" he asked.
>
> "Well...ok...yes, I am," I said, with too much passion in my voice.
>
> "Yeah, blow jobs are great, and so is fucking. You're in for a real
> treat. Good head is hard to find. Some girls are better at it than
> others. I hears fags give the best head."
>
> Leading the conversation, I replied "I guess they would know what they
> like."
>
> "Sometimes I want to tell a Cynthia to concentrate on the tip, just
> below the slit. That's were it feels best, right around the crown."
>
> "I can just imagine how that would feel," I said.
>
> "It's been too long for me. Jerking off is just not taking care of
> things too well."
>
> "Hey, you're shaking the bed" I joked.
>
> "You're the one who got me thinking about blow jobs. You just shut up
> while I get off."
>
> "My turn to watch" I said as I moved a chair to stand on to watch.
>
> "Here is where the tongue feels like magic," Barry said, moving his cock
> to show me the place.
>
> I moved closer to look "Here?"
>
> He took my hand and put my finger on the spot. My hand was touching that
> beautiful cock. I could feel the slipperiness of his pre-cum. I didn't
> pull away, but began to explore. The light was poor, so my face was
> close. I could smell him, his arousal obvious in his erection. Acting
> purely on lust, I touched his cock with my tongue. It was hot, hard,
> but velvet smooth. My put my mouth over the crown, and Barry rolled his
> eyes back and groaned.
>
> "I'll give you a blow job is you do me. I won't tell anyone, promise," I
> said.
>
> "Ok...sure...just get your mouth back on my cock."
>
> I wasn't sure what to do, but just explored and tasted him all around. I
> couldn't go very deep, but had fun getting him all wet with saliva. The
> chair was awkward, and I couldn't get to his balls, but managed to suck
> his enough, supplemented by hand strokes to get his off. I remove my
> mouth just before he shot. I could feel the pulse of his cum in my
> hand. He kept spilling more and more till I thought he would collapse.
>
> "Your pretty good for a beginner," He stated.
>
> "Oh, shut up. My turn," I replied.
>
> I got back onto my bed and waited for Barry. He got real close, and
> touched me first with his hand.
>
> "I've never touched another cock before. Feels strange. You got pre-cum
> on the tip."
>
> "Just do it" I demanded.
>
> He was slow at first. His angle was much better, and he explored my
> balls and the region below. I had never experience anything this erotic
> and stimulating. I wanted more, and began to push his head down for
> more."
>
> "Hey, take it easy, I'm about to choke. I'll get you off."
>
> I could feel my hips rise and fall with his suction. I became more
> frantic as I approached climax. My groans were pretty loud as I shot
> the first volley. Barry was surprised, and quickly withdrew his mouth,
> dripping cum. The second volley hit him square in the face and hair. He
> used his hand to ensure I was finished.
>
> "Why didn't you warn me?" he asked.
>
> "I thought you could tell. My butt was so far off the mattress, I was
> sure you knew what was next. Man, that was incredible."
>
> I smiled as I watched Barry clean his face. His cock was swinging as he
> stood to get into bed. I reached out and tugged on it, and as if it
> were a person said "Good Night."
>
> The following Saturday, we both slept in late. The sun woke me up and I
> finally had to get out of bed. Barry was still asleep, so I quietly got
> up and used the bathroom. On return, I sat in my desk chair, and
> couldn't help notice how handsom Barry looked. His sheet was barely
> covering his body. His back was exposed as well as half of his ass. His
> face was so innocent. His eye opened, and he smiled.
>
> "Good morning," I said.
>
> "I could feel your eyes," Barry said, as he yawned.
>
> "Sorry, you just looked so innocent and pure in the morning sun."
>
> "Don't feel very innocent," He said, as he swung his legs over the side
> of the bed. His morning erection very evident.
>
> "Well, now you look very devilish."
>
> "I feel pretty devilish," he said, touching his erection, spreading his
> legs ever so slightly. "Looks like your devil is waking up too."
>
> I could feel my own passion rising at the visual display before me. My
> sleeping shorts had an obvious tenting effect. My hand moved on a will
> of it's own, searching for pleasure. Under my waist-band, my hand began
> to bring pleasure to my body. Barry was tweaking his nipple with his
> second hand.
>
> I stood and slipped off my shorts, sitting back down on the very edge of
> the chair. My legs were spread as I began to explore my body. The
> sexual energy in the room was almost smothering out the oxygen. Barry
> made continued eye contact, only disrupted by his interest in my cock.
> He manipulated his balls, and several fingers disappeared to regions
> below.
>
> My cock was aching with need. My eyes were suddenly glued on Barry's
> rigid sex. As if being manipulated by puppet strings, I arose and moved
> to him. Sitting on the bunk bed put his at perfect height to watch him
> masturbate. I had never seen him in the light of day, and could see the
> veins engorged with blood. A clear drop appeared at the tip, and I
> moved closer to take it with my tongue.
>
> Barry immediately withdrew his hand. "Yes, suck it. You're the best cock
> sucker."
>
> His words were like magic, and I mouth became a sexual organ. I
> concentrated on that spot below the slit. I could only get about half
> of his shaft in my mouth. I suddenly shifted to his balls, taking them
> one by one. I lifted them to explore the regions below. I could hear
> Barry moan louder as my tongue touched and moved. He brought his knees
> to the edge of the bed, which made my job easier. His rosebud was
> suddenly visible. I moved my finger to touch him there, and he seemed
> even more aroused. Using saliva, I began to circle the muscle ring,
> while continuing stimulating the perineum with my tongue. Barry pushed
> his ass at me, in an obvious attempt to increase his stimulation.
> Adding more spit, I pushed the finger past the resistance. Lacking
> experience, I pushed the finger inside, and began to explore. The musky
> scent was overwhelming, and I could feel my own cock ache with need.
>
> Barry's cock was pushed against his tummy, and I brought it towards my
> lips. Barry sat more upright, putting pressure on my probing finger.
> The amount of pre-cum surprised me as I spread it around the tip with
> my tongue. The flavor was more pronounced, slightly salty and silky
> smooth. I kept the hand in place as I began to apply suction to the
> upper half. My eyes were open, watching his pleasure as his face began
> to contort with his approaching orgasm.
>
> I first felt his ass muscles constrict against my finger. I pressed on
> his prostate gland, and increased my pace of my sucking. His cock
> expanded seconds before I tasted his first eruptions. The powerful
> spurts choked me with their force, and I withdrew only to be hit in the
> face with the next arch of cum. The visual stimulation was intense, a
> sight I would relive for many months in my own personal fantasy. After
> 3 or 4 more contractions and splashed of cum, I took him back in my
> mouth. The flavor was bland, but intensely Barry, and I continued to
> suck till he softened. I used my finger to harvest all the semen I
> could from my face. I sucked my finger like a miniature cock.
>
> "I got to pee," was Barry's only comment. He quick hopped down, and left
> for the bathroom. I was unsure what to do, left in his vacuum. My cock
> was demanding relief, almost aching with need. I heard the toilet
> flush, and he returned to the room.
>
> "Man, that was fantastic. I've never had anyone pay any attention to my
> ass. I didn't know that could feel so wonderful. You sit on my bed, and
> I'll see what I can do for you."
>
> I lost no time, but found it difficult to climb onto the bed. I felt
> Barry's hand on my ass, pushing me up. I sat on the edge, and saw Barry
> smile as he brought his mouth to my cock. He swirled his tongue around
> the crown, and smiled at me. He quickly engulfed my smaller dick,
> almost to the base. In 3 or 4 strokes, I began to feel myself getting
> close. It was as if he knew this as he shifted to my balls. I spread my
> legs as he rolled them around in his mouth. He pulled me closer to the
> edge as he moved lower. I leaned back, and could feel the cool air on
> my ass. I was nervous, feeling very vulnerable in this position. I
> could feel his tongue on that special place. Unable to see, I soon felt
> his finger tip press against my ass. I suddenly wanted to be dominated
> by Barry, completely lost in my trust for him. His finger made several
> attempts, and after a fresh coating of saliva, entered me. The pain was
> only slight, and I felt him move inside. He touched a part inside, and
> I felt my whole body respond. With no direct touch, I felt my orgasm
> suddenly explode. The cum hit the wall behind me. Barry quickly grabbed
> my cock, and the second blast hit him in the face before he could get
> me inside his mouth. I felt his warmth surround my cock, as I finished
> the most intense orgasm of my life. My body flet like jelly as he
> withdrew his mouth from my limp cock. Words could not describe the
> pleasure I had just experience, nor the love I felt for Barry at that
> moment.
>
> "I need a shower after that," I heard him say. I laid on his bed, and
> could smell his scent on his pillow. Completely safe and secure, I fell
> asleep in his bed. I awoke as Barry was dressing.
>
> "Hey, get up. The day's almost half over. I'll catch you later. I'm
> meeting Cynthia to work on the wedding plans. Catch you later."
>
> I felt the sudden pain in my gut from his words. I was totally in love
> with a guy who was going to be married in a few weeks. I guess it was
> pretty stupid to think that he loved me the same way, or would call off
> the wedding. I could feel the tears in my eyes, the first of many. It
> was years before I got over Barry. He and Cynthia now have 3 kids and
> live in Chicago. Their Christmas card showed them all smiling and
> glowing, the perfect American family.
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