Skinny, Gay, College Roommate

By Jay Roberts

Published on Apr 28, 2011

Gay

The bright winter sun cast a beam of light over my eyes and acted like an alarm clock. I heard rattling in the corner of the room. There was Drew putting a kettle on the illegal hot plate. He was wearing his little French maid's apron. I found it annoying.

"It's too early in the morning for you to display yourself in that lacy thing. Please if we are going to get along, you'll have to give it up."

"Okay big boy, you asked for it."

He untied the ribbon in the back and threw the apron on a nearby dresser. He had nothing on under it and his unusual protruding ass cheek were exposed in all their dimpled glory. In case I didn't notice, he wiggled his ass and then turned around.

Oh shit, this was too much. His long thin dick was swinging from the fast turn around and below that, his heavy hanging ball sac swung in the opposite direction. His long, long bare legs were not bony but well shaped and completely smooth.

"Cover up you freak!"

He smiled with perfect teeth and fluttered his long eye lashes.

"It's nice, it's long but not freakish."

He took his cock in his hand and petted it and said, "Don't mind him, he's one of those weird straight boys. Then turning to me, he said, "You do know the old expression?"

I looked blank.

"Straight boys are like spaghetti, you heat them up and then you can bend them."

"Very cute, but you'll never have the opportunity with me. If you're feeling horny, find another twinky to play with. Hey can I have a coffee?"

"Hah ha, I ought to tell you that you have to earn it but I'll be nice. Here, I just poured this."

I drank my coffee feeling pretty comfortable with this gay guy, the first I ever spent more than one minute with. If you looked below the Betty Davis act, he seemed funny, intelligent and easy to take. Still I had no intention of undressing in front of his hot eyes. I took my towel and clean underwear and headed for the showers.

I returned into the room to find him studying at the desk. He looked up and his big blues got bigger as he checked out my body that was pretty revealed in my underwear shorts.

"Holy shit! You are one hot boy. Those hairy, muscled legs, that chest, and I bet you have a six pack. Let me see."

"Don't come any closer or I'll pour the coffee over you."

He held up his long fingered hand. "Okay, don't get your panties in a bunch."

Well this first morning gives you an idea of our banter. Me keeping him away but secretly pleased at the admiration and attention and Drew enjoying his pursuit.

We both went our own way. We did eat out a few times in fast foot joints. together. Drew loved to point out "hot" guys and ask my opinion. I told him that I don't rate dudes, they're all alike to me. (That was a lie, but I stuck to it.)

I began to enjoy Drew's reports of his conquests. He must have been the most popular gay guy on campus. He knew every other gay and some supposedly straight guys also. I found it amazing.

I met a girl in my finance class. She made it plain that she was available and I hadn't been laid in over two months. Of course, I emptied my balls in the shower each morning.

The girl, Jade and I planned to get together in her off campus apartment later than week, when her roommate was away. The big night came but she had her period. I suggested a blow job and she ignited. We parted not amiably.

I returned to the dorm and found Drew in a blue funk. It seems that gay life runs parallel to straight life. He had struck out with a kid he was really in crush with. He was drinking beer, really going at it hard. There were five empties at his feet and he was watching gay porno on his lap top and I think wanking before I arrived.

He looked bleary at me. "How's your love life?"

"Nada. She's having her inconvenient monthly."

"I guess you'll have to get your big rough jock hand into action. Hey, I'll be glad to help out.

"Forget it. Hey you got that good Scotch left."

"Sure, in the cabinet over my head."

As I stretched and reach into the cabinet I felt his hand stroke my pants bulge. Ordinarily I would have slapped it away but after all it was his Scotch and that touch didn't hurt me.

As I poured a shot, I think I saw a smirk on his face.

"Take the bottle with you."

"Okay."

I propped myself against my headboard and sipped the shot. I had a few more and began to really feel sorry for myself. Here I was with the unusual room mate, miles from home, doing indifferently in my studies. And the lack of a soft body to hug was the final straw. I think I drunkenly sniffled a bit.

I closed my eyes and felt them brimming. This was dumb and embarrassing. But then I felt my mattress depress and Drew was sitting on my bed.

"Poor Bobby. You're feeling really unloved, aren't you."

I nodded like a fool. He petted my check. I sort of nestled into his stroking hand and he must have thought "Gotcha".

"You a little horny, huh?"

I nodded again, like the drunken stupid jerk I was. He began unbuttoning my jeans and fished in and pulled out my semi-hard cock.

"Hey Bobby, it's a beauty. Perfectly shaped and uncut."

I don't know where my mind was right then. I smiled with pleasure. "Thanks," I said like the little boy who spelled a word right in school.

With some part of my brain I realized that his actions had catapulted me back to the age of fourteen when Toby, my best friend and I used to "help each other out" when we were choking with unbearable horniness. It was fun, but that stuff only lasted about four months, then I got a crush on a girl and I said things to poor Toby that I still regret. "Hey, let's quit that stuff. I'm no queer, even if you are."

I was pulled back in the present as Drew's smooth hand was agonizingly, slowly wanking me and on the up stroke, his thumb passing over my piss slit.

He was watching my face carefully to see if I might get suddenly angry and slug him, but he saw a nineteen year old sex hungry boy enjoying every stoke, his eyes narrowed in passion.

"You want me to go faster? You want to get off?"

There was my nod again. He smiled broadly. "Okay Babe, you want it? You got it."

He slightly tightened his fist and increased the speed of his stroke and also increased the thrust from the base of my cock to the head. I drew a noisy breath, almost a sob. It felt so fuckingly good.

I knew that I was about to blast off and lifted my shirt up to my neck so that I wouldn't spooge on it. My mouth was open. I must have looked stupid. My sounds were getting louder and almost warning Drew that I was about cum.

Then my hips lifted slightly and a small spurt of sperm hit my belly button, then a big stream landed just under my chin. I rose and fell in the throes of a tremendous release, my cock spew three more times until I was soaked with cum.

I pushed Drew's hand away. I mumbled thanks and was surprised I wasn't embarrassed or annoyed. It seemed perfectly natural that he should jerk me off just like he made breakfast.

He was smiling down at me. "I'm ready, stroke me hard, I'm almost brmming already."

"Whoa," I said. I don't do that.

I wasn't prepared for his reaction. His eyes blazed angrily. His voice took on a new authoritative tone. "Take your fucking hand and get busy."

Meekly I grabbed his slim, long cock and passed back and forth. The head was leaking heavily and my hand almost skidded over his smoothness. He was smiling a crooked smile and saying softly, "I bent the spaghetti."

Truth be known, it felt nice. I pretended he was Toby, but soon I was avidly doing my best to bring him off. I basked in his encouraging words. "Yes, good, you're doing it perfect. Keep it up."

Then he let out a loud "ugh" and squeaking sounds and I felt his cum racing up his shaft and spurting on to chest, joining my drying spooge. This boy could really cum. It was a thermos full. He spayed and sagged over me, panting with passion.

At last he straighten up. He reached for a towel and threw it to me. Her Bobby Boy, wipe yourself and we better get some sleep.

As he padded back to his bed, I found myself wishing he had come into my bed. I yearned for a body to hug.

End Part Two

Next: Chapter 3


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