My College Roommate Javier

By Terry Green

Published on Jul 8, 2023

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Amusing and sad watching the news these days, as gay people know from a young age, who they are and whom they choose to love. In high school I had a few guys I played around with, including giving and receiving my first blowjob in Boy Scouts. That first time is an eye opening experience for any guy. This new sensation and liftoff is, probably the best one you'll ever get. I did well in high school, was a member of a few clubs, but was associated with the nerds. That didn't stop me from success, or as I found out in college, my sexual evolution with Javier. We both went to GWU in Washington DC, and although now on opposite coasts, we keep in touch. My hope is to reunite with him for a romantic weekend, as no lover has ever had the same impact he did. We were a couple from freshman to senior year of our university experience, and sadly careers got in the way of something special.

Him and I recently had a phone call. We are a little older now, maybe somewhat more refined, with seasoning and experience. He was married to his spouse for 5 years, but was saddened to find out his guy had cheated on him repeatedly. This caused a lot of anguish, stress, and he said it was a betrayal. Javier felt compelled to get tested for STD's. Thankfully all came back negative, and they've since divorced. I don't know how anyone could cheat on a nicer or more manly guy, and I quiver at the thought of us having romantic time again, as we really got each other so well. While his marriage was going on, I lost a lot of free time, due to my IT work that seemed always to lead to 16 hour days. Sure I had my occasional guy here and there, but nothing steady or where I felt any comfort, other than getting plowed for one night or short period of times.

As I sat in my apartment living room, I thought of what is what like with him. He was the greatest most passionate man I ever had had. Being Dominican descent although American, his celebrity lookalike was Pedro Martinez. People would think he was the Red Sox pitcher, and bed him for autographs. It took some time, but he finally stopped the denying, and signed people's baseball cards, hats, or anything else. There could be a record non genuine products for sale who knows where. I still had feelings for him, along with my libido wanting him to do me anyway he wanted. In my early 30's my engines still ran well. Our phone calls often left me to get a load out, and I imagined him filling me up as per the usual. So many years, but now as I fell asleep on the blue couch, I was back in college.

Young and spry. I was a 18 year old Mathematics major. Only 5'6, petite with blonde hair and green eyes, I knew despite my degree that I was cute. Often out at gay night clubs on weekends, I always shaved my legs and pubes, along with wearing tiny bright orange running shorts. Sometimes I'd just wear tight briefs, a t shirt, and sandals as I was flamboyant, horny, and often got action when out at the club. It was a pleasure to pleasure men my age, or older married guys, who's wives didn't suck their cocks anymore. I so loved giving head, even more so than getting it, and was always delighted to have a guy cry out as his sperm rolled back down my throat.

In high school I had a guy finger me, but my virginity was still intact. Never did I consider my virginity's end, would be to a guy I accidentally bumped into at the student Union building. Yet as I clumsily walked through the doors, somehow I failed to see the tall lean and athletic dark man who immediately I bumped into. I was stunned by how much this hurt, as he seemed to be built by cement and other materials. "Excuse me, I'm so sorry." He hadn't told me his name but he laughed. Then he said "you're cute." At first I was thinking, he's just being funny, but for years as I bottomed for him from liked to loved, he was into me that very second of time. A few hours later I was in his dorm room, and in his dark arms, in that semi comfortable twin bed over his desk.

Sweating profusely, as we had first talked, then drank considerably before kissing and enjoying our first 69. His manly scent, and the way he kissed me while we touched, I was absolutely enchanted by Javier. He was a Biology major, and also a freshman. His roommate Tom was away for the weekend, and although feeling lightheaded, I to his disappointment wasn't ready to lose my virginity. This would take time, and although he was frustrated, I knew what would help. A second blowjob. His cock was long and thick. Never before had I slobbered over such a gigantic one, and as I got further down, he literally screamed at a volume that could wake the building. His baby batter again was in my mouth, and the snowball kiss that followed was simply amazing. We were onto a hot start, as he grabbed my smooth legs, and kissed me again with even more vigor.

Weeks of spending time with Javier, on and off campus, certainly enhanced our bond. We soon became exclusive, and while he wanted to make love to me, I was reticent and just not ready. He got agitated and frustrated, but ultimately apologized to me, as he just wanted to go all the way. It was demoralizing. I took this to heart, and the weekend he was away visiting his family, I lost a lot of sleep. Maybe it was time for the inevitable, as we were so damn close. Absolutely I was falling in love with him, and despite the disappointment, he always treated me so good. I always had delicious foods and cookies his mom had sent, and he was so attractive, inquisitive, caring, and kind too. When I found out my family's dog died of old age, he held me all night and dried my tears from my eyes. This kind of empathy was genuine, and as my brain waves and more formed thoughts, I knew what I had to do. Love is a foggy thing, but my vision on what would occur was clear for miles.

A couple days later in my dorm room bed, after we had sucked every drop out of each other, I looked into his dark eyes. Touching his nipples and kissing him, I finally said "Javier love, I want you to make love to me this weekend. What do I need to do?" Smiling a mischievous look, we kissed and hugged some more, as his long fingers felt electric through my hair. His lips upon mine were sugary sweet, and he told me, "I want you to empty out you know what, shower, let me lube you. Alcohol or some downers can help out baby." Although my cock had just emptied out a vat of sperm from down below, I loved the sound of his voice, and that confidence of his. I was anxious, but he promised to be "gentle." He wasn't lying, although with his probably 9 inch thick cock that made mine look tiny, I was a bit worried about what kind of pain this might cause. Yet what we do for love right? Falling asleep we both had lots of classes the next day.

Freshman year is no joke. All those lies about college, not being much harder than high school, are exposed for what they are. Teachers and guidance counselors were absolute con artists. I was up countless nights on math projects, or even trying to survive English 111. I had pretty good grades, but no where close to my high school 3.9. My family expected a lot. So did I, and the current 3.1 wasn't embraced with happiness. Next weeks statistics test, I would knock that out with my highest marks, as I had spent hours preparing for this. Other freshmen were in the same boat. Actually quite a few were failing to do well, and several already had dropped out. A guy in our dorm hallway was kicked out for drug sales and possession. This was a different field from high school, which was suburban, but had nothing of the goings on that happened here.

Although we were only a text or FaceTime away, Javier knew that until this weekend, I'd be on the computer or reading my digital textbooks. I so wanted to be in his eyes, arms, or kissing him. Soon he would have the last thing I had to offer him. It was difficult to concentrate, as this caused me anxiety, despite the need to improve my grades. He was definitely patient and kind, but I was worried about all kinds of things. Yet I knew that I was falling in love with him, and if he wanted me this badly, then I'd have to give into his desires. He was so lovely and I was happy and scared at the same time. Yet here was to statistics and other classes, as I was going to be a successful college student.

To be continued.

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