Come On Admit It Youre Gay

The college is one you may never heard of but it exists, it is Ramapo College of New Jersy, it's in Mahah, New Jersey. You probably never heard of that town either. Anyway I live in Edison and Ramapo cost was within our family budget because it is a state school. Here I am a high school graduate moving in to the building called The New Dorms. Not so inventive.

Those ivy covered New England colleges have dorms called like Wellington Hall and so forth. The setup of the New Dorms is suites around a central living room and one bathroom for the suite, and two to a room. The room I was assigned to and am now making my way to, has two students in a double decker bed arrangement supposedly to make more floor space. I already know the name of my roommate but have not met him yet.

Yeah, I'm just past eighteen, I might as well admit that I am dishy as the English say. I have corkscrew light brown curls all over, some falling onto my forehead. I touched up those to be blonder. I just under six feet but expect to make up the half inch this semester. I may also add a half-inch to my dick that is seven inches plus a tiny bit more.

I am really huffing and puffing carrying this stuff up the stairs. There is an elevator but I'm trying to it do the macho. My stuff consists of two large soft coffin shaped bags, my laptop, books and a hot plate. I almost fall into the room and drop most of the stuff just inside the door.

The first thing I see is a jockey-looking guy sitting on a camp footlocker drinking a 14 oz. Beer. I think he is a little buzzed as the bottle is almost finished and his eyes are red. He is exactly my type, shit, this is temptation I am going to have to fight. I don't want a rep here like I had in high school. Those bathroom graffiti saying, 'For a good hand job get Jason Goodman.

I say he is my type because he is about 5' 9', crew cut dark hair, square bland face with small features, a chin cleft, nice arm muscles, and slightly hairy legs. He is the type I call generic jock--Interchangeable and unconsciously sexy. I bet he is hung.

He looks over at me with an amused expression. He holds out and large jock hand. 'I'm John. You gay?'

I still had one bag under my arm and I allowed it to fall to the floor, I think I heard a bottle break. 'Why would you say that?'

'See, I knew it. If you were straight you would punch me out or at least go nuts and deny it. Instead, you are just curious to know how I cracked open your closet.'

'John, you're drunk and probable nuts, let's drop this.'

'You can take the lower berth as a peace offering. In that way I can look down at you and watch you jack off.' He signed. 'I sure was hoping that I would get a nice clean girly boy roommate to take care of me when I strike out with the bitches.' He grabbed his crotch, a gesture I would see many times a day during the fall semester.

The next morning it was a whole new John, now sober, he appeared to be a serious student. He also came from a lower middle class family, the first one who went to college. In spite of his frequent drunks, he turned out, as the months went by, to be a serious student, and really intelligent.

He never, however, dropped his pursuit of me. He was quite frank is insisting that his first impression was correct. He updated it frequently, 'You're too neat, that's gay. You cut your toenails every week, that's gay. I don't peek but I bet you trim your pubes. I don't. Wanna take a look?'

John was not the neatest guy with whom to share a room. He dropped his clothes all over, even through some on my bed if he was drinking. He had a special John smell that was driving me crazy. It was kinda spicy with a little BO top note-it should be bottled and sold to gay guys. He bathed only if he had a date with a girl. His hair was messy, as he cut it himself with a tiny hand held mirror, usually naked. 'So I don't get hair on my clothes.' Consequently I knew exactly how John looked naked. He was outstanding. Big shoulders, narrow waist, hairy legs, fuzzy cute ass, six pack, also fuzzy, and......I know you are waiting to hear, a nice fat hooded cock nestled in the ball sack dimple and big balls.

'You looking at my ass, Jason? Don't do that. It makes me get hard. See?

Ya wanta touch? It'll be our secret.'

'Fuck you,' I said not too creatively.

'No I fuckee you after you get me ready with a nice wet suck. I shit, I better quit this talk or I'll have to wank off.'

Yeah, wanking. That was the other thing. It said that jerking is the most natural thing and he didn't see why it has to be secretive. Therefore he often left his computer after looking at porn-straight of course-and proceeded to walk around gently stroking. 'Don't worry,' he said, 'I won't spooge on the carpet. I got good timing to make it to make to my cum rag in time.'

I had to bury my head in my books to keep from being drawn into his jerk off dramas but it wasn't so easy at bedtime. I would settle myself in my lower birth and soon John would stand in front of me, nude and that was his time, just before bed to make up his bed. He's be reaching and stretching he cock waggling in front of me. I usually turned to the wall to hide my stiff cock. He bend down and poke his head into my bed space. 'Am I giving you a hard on? Let's see. It's show and tell.'

I would give out an exasperated sound but often it was hard not to stare at that delicious cock dangling there. I finally did make a move, but I don't think he remembered it. At least that's what I thought.

It was a Friday night. Usually both of us went home on weekends but this time we had lots of studying to do so we stayed on campus. John studied all day and that he was at the local pub relaxing. Relaxing to John was getting put away, totally drooling drunk. So pissed that two friends dropped him in the door. He lay in a heap, groaning. I hoped he was not a spewer. I guess not, I never so him throw up. He said that he hated to waste good beer. I knew that I probably couldn't heft him up onto his upper bed so I lifted him and rolled him onto my bed, his flip flops slid off. Nice feet I thought. I just couldn't leave him on the floor. Of course this meant that I'd have to sleep in John's smelly bed. I stared down on him. He was wearing workout shorts with elastic waist and a Hawaiian shirt unbuttoned. Interesting the way his chest was hairless yet lower down his stomach was downy. I felt his belly. It was damp. Now I got adventurous. I pulled his short slightly down, no underwear. Wow, he had a hard on. Must be because I just petted his stomach. Apparently he is very easily aroused, even when unconscious. I mentally rubbed my hands.

I was panting to have a little sex after being monkish for months. I slid the shorts down around his hips. I was immediately assailed with his strong odor. He had luxuriant pubic hair, the trap for most of his smells.

His cock. Oh geez, it was plumped up pretty good. The strawberry colored head was peeking out, wet with pre cum. I leaned down. My breath most have stirred his cock even more as he stiffed and rose higher, almost reaching for my lips. I opened my lips and took the head in and licked the tip. It tasted like sweet honey. Who would have suspected? His hips rose to get his cock deeper into my mouth, probably a natural reaction that he used with chicks. I leaned in and he pushed. Soon he was entirely in my mouth, my head was reeling from the strong odor from his pubes. Talk about phonemes I was getting overloaded and my own cock was pressing against my tight undershorts. I began licking him. I think I heard a soft moan. I let his shaft move deeper into my throat until my nose was totally against his public hair. He began to thrust and I passively kept my position allowing him to fuck my mouth. It didn't take long for him to grunt loudly and unload down my throat. I looked down at him. He was out for the count, snoring noisily.

The next morning his was cheerily bustling around the room. John was one of those lucky guys who seemed to escape handovers. I could hardly believe my eyes. He was picking up a few weeks of dirty clothes and putting them into a laundry bag. 'Whatzup?' I managed to say through my parched morning lips.

'Just taking this stuff to the laundry room. You have any stuff you want done, Jason?'

'N-o-o-o,' I said incredulously, 'I'm good, besides I wouldn't want to mix our germs.'

'Suit yourself, I'll be back as soon as I get the load started.'

'Er, John, don't put all that in one load. You got colors with darks and besides it's too much......really three loads.'

'You separate your colors because you are gay. Got any quarters?'

'On the dresser.'

He left but not before throwing me an eyebrow waggle.

The weekend went really nice. John was good company and didn't go out. He studied like a Trojan. We both got a lot accomplished. Saturday we decided to skip the cafeteria, it was practically closed on the weekend.

We decided to treat ourselves to a real meal. There was a super Italian restaurant in neighboring Franklin Lakes and we headed there. 'Any drinks', the young waiter asked. John said, 'Yes Bro, as long as you don't card us.'

I ordered a Bloody Mary and John a double shot of Bourbon. We each had a small steak and salad. It was amazing to see that John could turn from a denizen from Animal House to a civilized young man who could carry on an intelligent conversation. I found myself smiling happily at him. I think I was falling in like. The two drinks we had with dinner mellowed me out and I felt really nice driving back. John put an arm over my shoulder as he drove with one hand. 'Jason, I'm really glad that we ended up together.

When I see some of the weirdos around the campus, I was lucky.'

'John, I feel exactly the same way. I feel closer enough to tell you that I probably am gay or at least bi.'

There was silence, then John began to guffaw. 'I knew that all along.

That's why I set up that drunk act with my friends. You came through exactly as I pictured. I don't mind telling you that you suck a mean cock.' He pinched my cheek.

I pulled myself to the far side of the car. 'John you are the bastard of bastards. That was a mean trick.'

'But you liked it as much as I did. And you didn't even try to get off yourself. You were meant to serve...me. No?'

I just kept quiet for the rest of the night. When we were brushing teeth and the usual before bed, John came up to me. I shied back. 'What you doing?'

He put his arms around me and kissed me lightly on the lips. 'Don't be made Jason. That trick, as you call it, broke the ice and we could have some hot times together. When I'm with a girl, I don't think that each one is going to be my life partner and great love, no, we're there for fun.

Can't you look at it that way?'

I didn't answer but there is a part of me, the sluttish part that fuck for fuck sake but I hated that element in my nature. I tried to triumph over it.

A few days went by. John was nice and friendly. I was courteous but distant, I think. Finally the following Friday night he asked if he could bring a friend to the living room for drinks and snacks. 'He's a really nice guy. I think you two would get on fine. His name is Billy.'

'Is this some sort of fix up to fag with a date?'

'No, Billy is my friend. He is gay though.'

This left me perplexed. I agreed to co-host an evening and I picked up some snacks and a small keg. Billy turned out to be a kid I had seen around campus. He was very tall, maybe 6'5'. Nice face, sort of shy. But after we tapped the keg and it began to be half finished, Billy turned out to be more gregarious than I expected. He brought a guitar and he was very good, played classical style and then some standard pops and he sang in a buzzy baritone that caused sympathetic vibrations in my balls.

'Hey Billy, look at Jason, he's blessed out. 'Scuse me, I gotta drain it.'

Billy changed once John was out of the room. 'You really liked my singing.

You think I might earn money doing it?'

He came over and sat on the couch with me, his monster hand on my bare leg.

'Sure' I said, my voice shaking a little from the contact.

He fixed me with a hard stare. 'Jason, you are hot hot hot. Do you want to get it on?'

'Maybe sometime, but John will be back shortly.'

'No he won't, he's already on the way to the pub.'

'You mean this was a setup?'

'What's your problem? He's just trying to do something nice for a change.

Am I so odious?'

He looked crestfallen. I began to feel like a shit. Then too, I was a little sexy from the drink and the presence of these two hunks, now even more intimate with one and the one completely available if only I would reach out. I did reach out and pat Billy's arm. 'I'm really sorry for my cranky attitude. I do like you. In fact I saw you a couple of times around and thought you were pretty sexy.'

Billy smiled. One thing about shy guys is that a compliment is heard at twice the force as intended. He came over close. I stood at the height of his chest. He put his arms around me and hugged. I was trapped against his strong chest and could smell his fresh clean odor. You must think that I am hooked on odors, perhaps I am. He leaned down and lifted my chin so that I was facing upward and then he leaned down and put his full lips against mine, wasting no time, he kissed passionately. I could feel his panting against my lips. He pushed out his long tongue and entered my mouth. He might be shy but he sure knew how to use that tongue. In a moment I was lost in the kiss, my dick rising hard in front against his belly. He reached down and held in, his big hand surrounding my fabric covered organ. He rubbed, he clutched. I was now spinning and gasping.

'Let's go to the bedroom,' he said. I nodded dumbly. He took my hand and pulled me into through the door. We stood in the middle of the room, he bent his knees and grabbed my shorts and pulled them down. My cock sprang up. He ended up on his knees, his face against my crotch. I was moaning loudly. He took my cock into his mouth and held it there, using that great tongue to swirl around the head, licking the piss slit, circling under my hood. He had a firm arm around my waist otherwise I would have fallen.

Now he began a deep throating. I felt that in a moment I would shoot but then...

'You guys are enjoying each other. I knew you would. How about a third cock added to the mix. Let me arrange this. Now I'll get in my bed on my side facing outward. Let's see Billy can stand up. He's tall, he can reach me fine. Now Jason, you sit on your lower bed. Okay, stop gawking!

Move! Get cracking!'

I staggered over to my bed and sat on the edge. My shorts were still at my ankles and my cock standing up out of my lap. Billy got in front of me, his long slim circumcised plum headed cock in perfect position for me to suck it. Billy could reach John's cock, still soft but lifting with interest at the proceedings. I leaned forward and took Billy's cock in my mouth. He called out a curse of pleasure. Meanwhile he was using his superior moves on John who soon was crowing with excitement. I totally and quickly swallowed Billy's cock. I was in no mood to be tender, I was hot and pushy. I continued sucking Billy, the shape was very pleasing and I was experiencing lots of passion but a part of me realized that I possessed the only cock in the room that was not being serviced. Meanwhile I could hear John who kept up a stream of sex chatter. 'You fucker Billy. Why didn't you tell me you could suck so good. Oh, that tongue, you ought to be in Kiss. I'm going shoot cream pretty soon. It's hard to hold back with your vacuum. Ooh.'

Billy was heading for a cum soon. I could tell, his body was swaying in and out and I put a hand under his balls and they were way up, each ball on the side of the shaft. He was dripping pre cum so hard that I thought he had already shot. But suddenly it took his avid mouth away from John for a moment to howl out that he was 'fucking cummin''. Geez, he sure did cum.

Heavy spurts propelled down my throat and my swallowing motions massaged his cock into more frenzy. I put my arms around his slim warm back and slid down to his excellent ass and held him from shaking and sliding to the floor. Apparently he didn't lose a beat in sucking John and now increased the pressure and speed. 'Oh shit,' John called. 'You are about to be flooded, get ready, ooooh, ugh, shit.' I peaked past Billy's long body up toward John, looking up past his hairy legs to the under view of Billy's sucking mouth. John was bobbing and I could feel the shaky bed vibrating.

One more 'shit' and more crooning sighs the boy must have finally delivered.

I and Billy continued a gentle sucking to glean all the remaining cum as the organs deflated. John was the first to speak. 'Hey lil' Jason. You must be hard as a bastard. You were left out of the feast. Would you like a nice cum?' I nodded vigorously. 'Okay, Billy, front and center. You ever been fucked?'

Billy said he had once of twice that probably meant ten times that. John told reassuming his directorial role told me to sit on the floor my back against the lower bed. 'Now Billy, you face him, put your legs outside of his and slowly lower yourself onto his freshman cock. It's hard as steel, it should be easy.'

Billy followed the instructions. I was breathing heavy. This was exciting. Billy was one hot hunk. He closed his eyes and slowly allowed his ass to envelop me. Finally he settled down, his eyes still closed, a slightly pained expression on his face that soon cleared up and his eyes opened to slits and he smiled crookedly at me. 'You're in and you are right against my hot spot. I getting hard again. I think I can cum when you do.' He bent his long body forward and pressed his lips against mine.

We made out for awhile, still no movement but the mental image of my cock up his steaming hole was as potent as fucking, but soon he rose slightly.

I gasped, he moaned.

'That's it boys,' said the voice of John standing near us. We had forgotten him. I noticed that his cock was half hard. 'Now Billy start a real fuck. Unless Jason here faints from cumming, this'll be a waste of effort. Get to it boy.'

That was all both of us needed. He rose and I fucked upward, it felt so good to both of us that we repeated it........many times. I could see that Billy's eyes were turning upward, he was really feeling it. He was breathing with a heavy rasp. I knew after all the hot stuff this evening that I couldn't last too long. My cock seemed to grow longer and my knees began to shake. Billy knew I was soon about to cum. He stroked my face lovingly. At that moment John moved close and lifted his cock with his hand and offered it to me. I opened up and took it. There I was slurping on John, Billy was moaning with his long cock standing up between us and me my mind whirling. Believe it or not, hot John was the first to shout that he was cumming and he delivered a nice load into my waiting mouth, then Billy's cock spew cream on our chests and belly, hot slippery cum. That did it for me, my cock long denied a strong release suddenly spew a strong spurt into Billy, a moment pause and the second volley was stronger then it settled down to four smaller spurts. Billy must have felt each one as he cried out each time.

We all sat together on the floor. Billy was the first to get practical.

'Guys it was so good I can't find the words. I gotta go. I have a study group and I am already ten minutes late.'

He came over and gave a little hug to each of us and dressed and left.

John and I were quiet a moment. 'Hey are you gay?'

'Could be,' I answered, 'But consider this: the suckee is probably just as queer as the suckor.'

'You mean I'm going to have to take daily showers and wear clean clothes?

Never!'