Jonathan’s my name, but I go by Jon (and I spell it “Jon”). I’m eighteen years old and this is my first week at college. Actually, I’m the first one in my family to go away to school. My parents were really great about this because college was my choice. It was no picnic getting here, mind you. I’ve worked after school and over the last two summers to make enough money for books, food and expenses. Of course, if it weren’t for the scholarship and my choosing a state college, I could never have afforded it. My dad used to say, “Keep up with those books, son, and you’ll do all right.” Well, I did all right and I’m here now, for better or for worse. Now there were sacrifices to make. It seems I was always either studying or working, so dating was pretty rare. Actually, I didn’t date my entire senior year in high school. So that left one more problem to deal with, I’m a virgin. It’s not that I never thought about sex. You could probably say I thought about it all the time. I pound my pud just like all the guys and I’ve fantasized all kinds of things. But opportunities for sex with another person just never seemed to be plentiful, small town up-bringing, shy and all. I guess I never thought much about my sexual orientation. In my junior year in high school I joined the swimming team. That ended the next year as I started to prepare for college, but in the meantime I developed a pretty athletic body. I’m 5’8” tall, with brown hair and brown eyes and light skin. It doesn’t tan much, so I was always jealous of those other bronze beauties at the swim meets. There’s no way to hide anything in a Speedo, so I’ve always noticed girls’ and boys’ bodies in their swimsuits. Lately, I found myself watching boys’ bulges and overall physical builds more than girls’, and sometimes felt myself getting turned on. Showers became exercises in restraint, seeing all those slick naked boys’ bodies around me and trying to concentrate on keeping an erection from growing. I couldn’t get home fast enough after a swim meet to pop a load in the privacy of my bedroom. So here I am in my first week at the dorm. It’s freshmen orientation week, classes don’t start until tomorrow. My new roommate just arrived. He’s an upperclassman, a junior I think. Somehow, I was odd man out on the roommate rotation lottery. Apparently, he wasn’t sure if he would be attending college this year. Something about a missed field study experience, I don’t know. He couldn’t afford a place of his own and I needed a roommate, so we were stuck together. His name’s Kirk, so cool! I love that name. And he’s really nice, considering he’s paired with a greenhorn freshman like me. I’ve only known him for a day, but already he acts like the big brother I never had. I must bore him silly with all the stupid questions I’ve been asking about college life and where things are, etc. But he just seems to take it all in stride. He walked me around the whole campus showing me where the classroom buildings are, the labs (he’s a physics major), the pool (for me, one of the reasons I chose this school), the student center and dining hall. He’s got a better build than I do and he’s taller by a couple inches. I can tell he works out because he wears T-shirts and jeans. The T-shirt fits fairly tight, and you can see nicely sculpted abs and pecs right through it. He’s nicely tanned, much darker than me, and has dark brown hair with blond highlights. But the real turn-on, he’s got gorgeous hazel-green eyes that really sparkle when he smiles. We’re living together this first year and I’m just about in heaven. Our room in the dorm is nicely laid out. Nothing fancy, just the essentials - two desks, two closets with built-in dressers, two twin beds and a nightstand in between with a single lamp on it. The room is long and thin (typical dorm style) with a door to the hall at one end and a window at the other. My bed is the one closer to the door, Kirk has the window bed. The first two nights I was really bushed, tired from all the orientation meetings, romps around the campus, bookstore visits, etc. Those nights I went to bed early and was asleep by the time Kirk came in. So in the mornings I’d awake before he did. Both mornings I noticed he wears a nightshirt to bed. “Shit”, I thought, “I’ve missed two chances to see what his body looks like up close.” Oh well, maybe sometime in the showers. The bathrooms, by the way, are about three doors down from our room. Well, this was the third night and we both came back to the room fairly early in the evening. Kirk had just finished a Frisbee match with some friends and I had just finished checking some resources at the campus library. Its Friday night and no classes to worry about tomorrow. “Hey little bro’ “, that’s what he calls me, “what should we do tonight? You’ve made it through your first full week okay, so we’ll do what you want to.” “Well, if you have the time”, I said, “I’d really like to talk. Neither one of us knows very much about the other. I’d like to get to know you better.” “Fair enough,” was his reply, “but I think we should do it over pizza. I’m starved so I’ll buy.” “Hot damn”, I yelled. I had already eaten dinner but I wasn’t about to turn down an offer like that. He ordered a pizza delivered and in no time we were kickin’ back, eating pizza and reminiscing about our lives before college and what we did over the summers. I felt so comfortable with him and he seemed to really enjoy my company. I’ve even confided in him that I was a virgin. “Don’t worry, bud, that’ll change”, he reassured me. As it started to get late, we decided to hit the hay. Kirk grabbed his nightshirt and towel and started toward the door. “I usually shower at night”, he said. Well that explains why I never get to see his body, I thought. “I noticed your nightshirt before”, I chimed in. “Haven’t seen many of them before”, I added. Kirk replied, “Well you know how hot September nights can be here in the northeast, pajamas just make me sweat!” “I just wear my underwear to bed”, I offered hoping to keep him on the subject. “That’s cool”, he answered, “but I don’t wear underwear”. Then he flashed me one of his playful smiles and headed out the door to the showers. I was already in bed by the time he returned. He crossed the room in his nightshirt and slipped into the sheets. “Goodnight, Kirk”, I said. “Night Little Bro”,was his reply as he flicked out the light on the nightstand. He was right, it was hot tonight and a bit stuffy in the room. To top it all, I was wide awake. I glanced over at Kirk about a half hour later, but he was asleep. The talk tonight with Kirk just made me horny and I hadn’t had any sexual release all week. My hand slipped into my underwear and slowly (and quietly) started to rouse my penis. I began to feel turned on, my hand slowly stroking my dick to a full hardon. As quietly as possible, I reached down to slip my underwear off. Next came the sheet. It felt so good to lie there naked in the night, quietly pleasuring myself in the darkness of the room, with moonlight filtering in as the only light source. Please don’t let him wake up, I thought to myself. This bed creaks a little so I had to keep my strokes short and slow. “Mmmh”, I groaned quietly. I was getting close. Just a few more strokes... Suddenly the nightstand light went on. “Shit!” I grunted and threw the sheet over my body. Too late. “What are you up to”, Kirk said grinning, his hand still on the lamp switch. I was caught. “I’m so sorry”, I said, half crying. “It’s just that I’ve felt so much sexual tension this week and have had no chance to relieve it”. The grin left his face and was replaced with a look of compassion. “What are you apologizing for?” he asked. “You’re only doing what’s natural, just like me”. And with that he whipped off his sheet and I saw him for the first time. He was lying there buck naked with a beautiful eight inch erection pointing straight up and a puddle a fresh semen all over his stomach. What a sight! “I just came a few minutes ago”, he explained, “but this hardon won’t go down.” “I thought you were asleep”, I protested. “I know”, he replied, “that’s all part of the game”. I can’t believe what Kirk did next. He got up out of bed and just let that beautiful jizm run off his stomach and drip down his leg, totally unashamed. He stood towering over me with his erection right over my face. Reaching down, he pulled the sheet off my loins til I was lying totally naked and exposed, just like him. “It looks like you could use some help, Little Bro”, he said as he stared down at my erection which was starting to ooze precum steadily from the piss slit. “It looks like I interrupted you a bit early. Well I can fix that”, he said and squatted down beside the bed. Before I could say a word he engulfed my whole rod in his mouth. That was it, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I threw my head back and yelped out “Ahhnghh” as wave after wave of my orgasm pumped spurts of my spunk into his mouth. Kirk eagerly swallowed all that he could, letting the excess run down his chin and fall in a pool on my loins. He held the tip of my cock in his mouth until the convulsions stopped. Then running his tongue around the head and swallowing one last time, he released my penis and straightened up. “You’re one hot little puppy, aren’t you Little Bro?”, he mused. I couldn’t speak, I just laid there without moving, totally enjoying the afterglow of the best orgasm I’ve ever had. He looked beautiful as I just stared at him standing there in all his naked glory. I couldn’t take my eyes off his pumped muscles, washboard stomach, and smooth bronzed skin. His legs were thick and strong, like tree trunks, with just the right amount of hair. His balls were large and hung very low in a nice hairy sac below his cock, much thicker than mine, which was still standing at attention. My eyes just drank in the spectacle of him for a moment. Then he started to kneel on the bed with his legs together between mine as I lay there stretched out. He leaned forward and put his mouth to my right ear and whispered seductively to me, “I need you, Little Bro, do me this favor - let me have you tonight and I’ll take care of you the whole year. I promise I won’t hurt you.” I wasn’t sure what he wanted me to do, but I nodded my consent. I was so relaxed, still reeling from the afterglow, and I wanted to please him so much. Nobody had ever made me feel that good; whatever he’d ask, I’d gladly do. He smiled one of those captivating smiles and whispered in my ear as he slowly lifted my legs and hooked my knees over his shoulders, “You’re going to love this!” Leaning forward, he rocked me back onto my shoulders, arched his back and let his torso sink until I felt the tip of his penis teasing the sphincter muscle around my asshole. He just brushed it back and forth awhile prompting my asshole to pucker and relax over and over again. He brought his hand across my chest and scooped up some of my spent wad, then proceeded to smear it around my asshole and then all over his hardon. It was glistening, oiled with my semen. Then with a finger he pushed some of my sperm inside my asshole and rubbed it around. I was going nuts. Then it happened. I felt the head of his erection penetrate my asshole. He just held it there for a moment as my sphincter adjusted to this intruder. “What do I do?”, I asked breathlessly, gasping now as I felt all new sensations down in my groin. “Push like you’re going to take a shit”, Kirk whispered back. That sounded like weird advice, I thought, but if that’s what he wants.... “Okay, here goes”, I gasped. I pushed once and he instantly slid in right up to the hilt. We were so greased up with my own sperm that there was virtually no friction or pain. “Unnghh!”, I grunted. “Oh man!” is all Kirk could utter as his animal instincts took over. I could feel the pulse of his cock veins against my ass walls as his erection grew, engorging his penis and filling my anal cavity. “That feels soooo gooood” I moaned as he slowly began to pump in and out. He moved into an easy rhythm, riding me like a stallion, in and out, in and out. His breathing became more shallow and rapid as his passion rose. I looked up at his face and his eyes were closed, he was really enjoying this. This is what I was searching a long time for, I thought. My new best friend is fucking me and loving it. My own erection was rock hard again. I looked down to see its one eye wide open and aiming right at my face. Kirk leaned forward now and buried his face in my neck, all the while riding me with his piston probing deeper and faster into my ass. He was getting close and so was I. “Oh baby, oh baby”, he whimpered as his mouth clamped onto my shoulder. He was almost there. His penis was rock hard inside me. Then like a bolt of lightning, his teeth clenched down on my shoulder. It muffled his scream as his cannon shot load after load into my deepest anal recesses. He unloaded a charge with each thrust of his cock. I counted at least five of them. The rapture was exquisite and I felt my own barrage building down in my balls. His final thrust rubbed hard against my prostate sending me over the edge. I screamed as thick white ropes gushed out of my penis. The first one flew right over my head. The second splashed right on Kirk’s chin and dripped onto my chest. Cum flew everywhere as I exploded into my second incredible orgasm of the night. Slowly our breathing returned to normal. Kirk deftly lowered my legs and slid his member out of my butt, his penis still dripping. “Well, I got your erection to go down finally”, I said with a grin. Kirk laughed and looked down as his penis finished returning to its flaccid state. I reached over to the nightstand for some tissues but Kirk caught my hand. “Don’t clean up” he scolded jokingly. “I love cum. I love the feel of it, the taste of it, and the smell of it. I don’t wash sheets for a long time, that way I can wrap that musky man scent all around me. And I’m sleeping with you tonight”, he added. “That suits me just fine”, I said. We playfully wrestled naked together for a few minutes while Kirk made sure our spent loads were smeared all over our bodies. “In the morning it’ll feel a little crusty”, he said, “but you’ll love the aroma”. Finally, before turning out the light, Kirk said to me “Thanks, Little Bro’ for making love with me tonight. Technically speaking, you’re still a virgin, but we’ll fix that little problem tomorrow night.” He flashed me a playful smile and gave me a wink. He reached over and snapped the light off. I slipped down into the sheets. It was still a hot night but the sheets were soaked with cool spots from the mixing of Kirk’s and my love juices. Snuggling into the sheets was curiously refreshing. I rolled over and fell asleep in Kirk’s arms. To be continued.....
