The British Roommate (Series Reboot)

Hey Guys. Passionate Writer. This is a Reboot on my original series, The British Roommate. Some of the characters, storylines and events changed because the story got picked up as a concept for a potential book deal. It's better, juicier, rauncier and the best of all...there is a lot more sex. Enjoy.

Author's note:

Hey guys, thank you so much for taking the time to read the story. Here is Part 1. I hope you enjoy it. Thank you so much for the great feedback on my other stories. You guys are my true inspiration behind this one. I will try to respond to all my emails ASAP. In the meantime, please feel free to Email me at [email protected] with any comments, suggestions, feedback etc. I love hearing from my readers.

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Legal Disclaimer: This story contains explicit sexual content between consenting adults. It also depicts unsafe sex between two lovers. This does not mean that the author condones this in real life. If this type of content offends you, or if it is illegal for you to access such content in your country, please do not read any further. This story is a work of fiction. All characters, events in this story and names of places are made up by the author's imagination and any resemblance to real people, names and events are purely coincidental.

Ethan woke up to the bright light shining through the open curtains in his room. He moved his arm over the empty side of the bed and sighed.

“Shit…” he breathed as he tried to open his eyes. He slowly waited for his eyes to adjust to the light. The room seems to not be spinning, he thought to himself. That’s always a good thing.

He opened his eyes again. Much better.

He got up and sat on the edge of the bed in his tight black boxer briefs, as he waited for his mind to recollect the happenings of the previous night. The only thing he remembers is the intoxicating smell of deodorant mixed with a subtle hint of sweat. He touched his lips as he remembered vaguely how he was kissed. The soft lips pressed firmly against his. The tongue that penetrated his waiting mouth. The stubble rubbing against his soft flesh as a warm breath breathed lust against his neck. The warm touch of hands that assaulted his body…

Did he dream all of that?

At the very least, Ethan knew that the night before could not have meant something. Or else he’d remember. Or at the very least, remember who it was.

He got up and went to the bathroom. He wiped his eyes and yawned. He caught the semi-naked figure staring back at him from the mirror. He studied himself intensely. Short dark just-fucked hair that clearly needs a wash and a pair of dark hazel eyes staring back at him. His eyes seemed slightly darker than yesterday and there’s an early morning trace of stubble on his face.

Ethan considered himself as being handsome. At the age of 22, he still resembled that handsome boyish student looks that you see almost everywhere on campus. He had a slight form of a six-pack and a cut dick that, at first glance might have seemed average but measured just under 7 inches when hard and constantly leaked precum.

He dropped his hands down to his crotch. There was some serious morning wood trying to push its way through his briefs. But being in a daze, he wasn’t really feeling the mood for a jack-off session. He opened the water instead and carefully stepped inside the shower. His body instantly relaxed as the steady stream of hot water hit him.

Flashes of the night before still played on his mind. A hard erection pinning him against the wall… He lathered his hair and dropped his head back. Soft lips leaving wet trails down his neck… He looked down at the water dripping from now fully hard dick. Curse his dick for having a mind of its own. It caused him endless embarrassment through high school in the locker room. His saving grace was the fact that it was a very common thing among teenage boys. He managed to laugh it off most of the time. But other times, especially after a late practice, he still got some side glances from the few guys left in the shower.

After his shower, he settled on a pair of faded black jeans and loose white T. His hair was still messy. A sexy messy. He smiled at the thought. He threw a few books, that he was going to need for his morning classes, in his bookbag and, after carefully scanning the room in search of anything that he might have missed, rested his eyes on the empty twin bed in the corner. It’s very uncommon for students to check in this late into the semester and yet, his roommate, that he was “assured” by the RA, was to show up any day now.

Ethan prayed for it not to be some homophobic asshole that will bring home a different girl every night. Though, he was also very much aware that a new roommate might mean the end of his sex life. or lack thereof. Aside from the one-night stand he just had.

“This is the end of you, buddy” he glanced at his penis tucked away firmly behind his tight jeans.

He sighed and closed the door behind him.

It was a rather quiet day on campus. Saturday classes only applied to seniors who had midweek clashes while the rest of the Uni spent a good part of their weekend with a hangover. There’s been a very big hype the entire week about the big play-off game tonight and different dorm rooms across campus have been allocated to different party spots for the after-game parties. Ethan got various flyers that were shoved underneath his door every time he came from class. Some of these flyers lacked serious imagination though and some didn’t even bother to try and be subtle about it.

 He searched around for a perfect spot to sit and clear his head before class. After a few seconds, he settled for a bench near the coffee cart. Moments later, he was joined by a shadow blocking his sunlight.

“There you are stud,” the shadowy voice said excitedly and, without an invitation, planted herself next to him on the bench.

“Fancy meeting you here,” he barked back at her.

“Jeez,” she said and took a bag of snacks from her backpack. “What’s biting you?”.

Ethan studied her intensely as she opened the plastic in her hands.

Ethan and Elizabeth, or Lizzy as she is most commonly referred to on campus, have been friends almost their entire lives. They met in kindergarten when they both dressed up as Britney spears pre-meltdown. He of course got laughed at for wearing a girly outfit. But Lizzy didn’t’ take kindly to others making fun of other Britney and, after numerous insults that were passed around, she finally pulled him aside and offered him one of her lollipops. That was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

She had the most beautiful long blond curls that hung down low on her back and piercing blue eyes that could stare right through a person. She was the pretty girl on campus and Ethan always felt proud walking with her on his arm. Not that anyone really cared whether he was around or not. They still stopped to talk to her or ask her for her digits. And it was always the same comeback from Lizzy.

“Sure, lemme just check with my boyfriend if he’d be into sharing me,” she would snap back at them and pull him along with her as she stormed off.

“I’m just tired,” he said softly and looked down.

Lizzy didn’t feel like prying too much. So she decided to change the topic.

“So I missed you last night. Where were you?”

Ethan shook his head and looked up again.

“I have no idea,” he says. His legs are bouncing nervously.

“I woke up this morning completely hungover.”

Lizzy laughed. Her laugh echoed through the quiet morning.

“Who was he?” she asked again when she managed to calm down.

“I can’t remember. I’m pretty sure it was just a one-night stand.”

“Pretty sure?” she asked, obviously mocking him. “It’s not like you to hook up with random guys, Eth. You usually have more common sense than that.”

Oh, he thought to himself. SO we are going for brutal honesty.

“Besides,” she eats another handful of snacks. “We tried the whole hooking up thing. I thought we agreed that it’s not for us?”

“I know,” he sneered back. “It’s not exactly like I planned it, Liz. It just happened.”

Lizzy sighed.

“Look Eth,” she said. She placed her hand on his bouncing leg, making it stop. “You need to meet someone. You need to be in a serious relationship. You know that and I know that. You cannot be hung up over this whole Jake thing for the rest of your life.”

There was a long moment of silence. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he knew that what she was saying was true.

Jake is part of his past. He should be a memory by now. Something that he and Liz can look back at and laugh at without feeling that pang of guilt.

“Yeah, I know.” He paused and looked away. He could feel his head spinning again. Or was it his stomach? He desperately needed to get some food in his stomach.

“Tell me what you are thinking?” she broke the silence.

Ethan sighed and looked at her again.

“Where will we find decent guys on campus?” he asked. “Everyone here is just about hooking up and getting drunk.”

“Well not everyone,” she defended herself. “I was perfectly happy being stood up by my best friend last night while he fucked some random guy,” she said sarcastically. “Or did he fuck you?” she added laughing.

Ethan laughed. He can’t remember the last time he felt the urge to laugh. But that is what best friends are for, right?

“Come on,” he stretched out his hand as he stood up. “Let’s go and waste our Saturday in some boring lecture.

Lizzy willingly accepted his invitation and stood up.

“I must say,” she added as they started walking towards the building. “You are walking rather strangely this morning…”

“Fuck you,” he adds, playfully shoving her away from him.

“No babe, I have the wrong parts, remember?”

They both laughed.

After class, they parted ways to get ready for the big game. Somehow, they both made a promise to each other that, no matter what, they would always try and attend every event at school to make the most of their college life. This sadly included sports games which Ethan hated. Lizzy on the other hand more than made up for the school spirit on both of their accounts.

“Sorry mate,” a weird accent started him as he was waiting in line at the coffee cart. His body was craving some serious caffeine after the long lecture they just had to sit through.

“I don’t mean to be a bother, but I think that I am lost?” the voice continued.

Bloody Freshmen, he thought to himself.

Annoyed at the fact that he was about to engage in any form of conversation with some weird kid, he reluctantly turned around.

“I’m kind of…” he stopped when he saw what was attached to the accent.

The obviously lost guy in front of him had the most penetrating eyes that he has ever seen. His wavy blonde hair was hanging loosely over his forehead and Ethan could see the bulging veins on his hands that disappeared under the rolled-up sleeves of his Cardigan. He held a wrinkled piece of paper in one hand while trying to hold up an overstuffed hiking bag over his shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” Ethan said as soon as he managed to form words.

Fuck, he thought to himself. Did his brain just malfunction?

The guy looked at Ethan, clearly confused as to what was happening.

“I mean…” Ethan added and held out his hand. “What are you looking for?”

“Oh, sorry,” the guy said. He handed the piece of paper to Ethan.

“Darlington Hall is the name,” he said as Ethan was reading. “Or at least, I think that’s it.”

Ethan studied the piece of paper.

403 Darlington Hall. That was the RA’s handwriting. He would be able to know that from almost anywhere.

“That is my room number,” Ethan breathed softly.

He looked up at the guy. “You must be my new roommate?” he asked.

The guy started smiling, a look of obvious relief on his face. “Well look at that,” he said and extended his hand to Ethan. “My name is Phillip,” he said. “Phillip Roberts.”

Ethan reluctantly shook his hand. A jolt of electricity shot straight from his hand to his dick. He felt himself getting hard.

“Ethan,” he answered back. He was getting flustered. “Let me help you with that,” Ethan said. Before Phillip could protest, Ethan picked up a duffel bag that was next to him and held it in front of his crotch area to try and hide any visible bulges.

“Are you sure? Weren’t you going to get something to drink first mate?” Phillip asked. Ethan already started walking.

“Nah,” he answered back without turning around. “Follow me.”

Phillip closed the door of the room as he walked in behind Ethan. He dropped his bag on the empty bed and plopped down next to it.

“Excuse the mess,” Ethan said as he tried to gather some of the dirty laundry spread out across the floor.

“Not a problem,” Phillip said. He laid back, exposing part of his treasure trail underneath his shirt.

Ethan took a sharp breath as he looked right at it.

Fuck me. He thought to himself. This is clearly not going to be easy. 

“So…” Ethan said, trying to take his mind off of the guy exposing parts of himself. “Where are you from exactly?”

“I’m from London,” the guy said, still flat on his back.

“Transferred from The University of Westminster.

Phillip propped himself up on his elbows. “How about you?”

Ethan swallowed hard as he looked straight into Phillip's eyes. He felt himself instantly getting hard again.

Get a grip on yourself, Ethan!  He scolded himself.

“California, born and raised in Encinitas,” Ethan said.

Phillip lifted himself off the bed and took off his cardigan.

“So London huh? Kind of far away from home, isn’t it?” He tried to change the subject. He was never good at making small talk. Especially with a guy like Phillip.

Phillip sat back down on the edge of his bed.

“Yeah,” Phillip said looking down. “Had to get away from home.”

Ethan frowned.

“My folks weren’t exactly happy over the fact that I’m gay,” Phillip answered Ethan’s unspoken question.

Ethan’s jaw all but dropped as soon as the words left Phillip’s mouth.

“You?” Ethan asked. “You’re gay?”

Next time on the British Roommate...

*Phillip blushed as he threw the shirt in the corner. He stood up and took off his pants as well. He stood in front of Ethan in only a pair of Briefs. He looked handsome as hell. Ethan looked away quickly as Phillip turned around. He could see out of the corner of his eye that there was a big bulge in the front of Phillip’s briefs. He started to get excited himself.*