I walked into my empty dorm room, nervous, yet excited. My family had driven me to campus, and were helping me unload my stuff. My roommate was clearly not here yet, so I chose the left side of the room and began setting my stuff down. After two trips to the car, we had everything unloaded. Mom and Dad gave hugs, told me to behave myself, and enjoy my freshman year. They were both crying a little, their oldest son moving away to college. My younger sister and brother looked bored and ready to get back home.
When they finally left, the reality of being here began to set in. Everything that I knew, I had left behind. My girlfriend and I were still dating, but I had the sneaking suspicion that we would break up soon. Long-distance dating was too hard, and I was getting bored with her anyway. Mom had helped me put the sheets on the bed, wanting to make sure I had a good place to sleep, but they'd left the rest of the unpacking to me. I started the process of placing my belongings in the closet and on the shelves in the place where I would live for the next year of my life.
I had turned 19 two days before moving in. I was a lanky white kid with a swimmer's build, although I wasn't very athletic. I stood about 5'10, and weighed right at 145. In every way I felt just like an average American kid, and my life was spread out before me. I was excited to see what new adventures awaited, and terrified that I wouldn't meet new friends. A knock on my door interrupted my thoughts. I opened it, and met John and Darius, roommates who lived in the room next door. They were about to go walk around campus, and wanted to introduce themselves and asked if I wanted to go with them. I agreed, and we headed out. Those guys actually became my really good friends over that first year, and we had a lot of fun hanging out.
After we walked campus, and figured out where different buildings were, we headed back. I told them I needed to finish unpacking, and we all agreed to meet for the welcome day cookout on the quad between the dorms in about two hours. I got back to work unpacking. About half-way through my task, I heard a key in the door, and then it opened revealing my roommate and his family. We had talked on the phone, but never met in person. Donnie stepped into the room and set his bag down on the other bed, then turned to greet me.
"Hey, I'm Donnie," he said, extending his hand.
"Jacob," I answered, taking his outstretched hand. I was a little intimidated, as Donnie towered over me, easily standing at 6'-4". He was muscular as well, his tank top revealing meaty pecs and massive biceps. We were as different as night and day, including the fact that he was black, and I was white. I wondered how much we would find in common?
After our greeting, I met his mom and dad, and younger sister. I offered to help bring stuff up from their car, and together we made two trips to get all of his stuff up and into the room. After everything was unloaded, Donnie walked with his family back down to tell them goodbye, then returned alone about 5 minutes later. We started chatting as we both unpacked. I learned that Donnie had played football in high school, and had wanted to in college as well, but an injury his senior year had ended those hopes. We were both here on academic scholarships, and having maintained high GPA's in high school. We seemed to get along great, and I could hardly believe two hours had passed when our neighbors knocked on the door, asking if we were ready to go down to the cookout. I introduced them to Donnie, and the four of us went down to eat.
We hung out at the cookout, meeting some other folks, and generally had a great time. As the welcome party wound down, the four of us headed back up to our rooms. Donnie and I both decided to shower before bed, feeling sweaty and a little gross after moving in and then going to the cookout. Our dorm had individual bathrooms attached to each room, so I told Donnie to go first and I would follow him. I heard the shower run, then the water turned off. A moment later, the door opened and I heard, "Your turn." I looked up to see Donnie, toweling off his head, his body completely naked! He was big all over, including his cock and balls! I wasn't used to being in the locker room, so his apparent comfort level with nudity was a surprise to me.
Donnie must have seen the surprise on my face, because he said, "I hope you don't mind," while pointing to his naked body. "I just like the feeling of freedom, especially after a shower. I also sleep naked."
"It's cool," I said. "I've just not been around locker rooms very much."
Donnie smiled as I got up and went into the bathroom to take my own shower. I washed up, reflecting on the day, thankful that I got a good roommate and was already meeting friends. I finished up my shower, dried off and wrapped the towel around my waist, then brushed my teeth. Coming out of the bathroom in my towel, I walked over to the chest of drawers to grab a pair of loose shorts. I dropped the towel with my back to Donnie, and then bent down to pull on the shorts.
As I bent down, I heard a whistle from Donnie's bed. I looked back at him, giving him a withering look, as he said, "You've got a nice ass there Jacob!" I blushed and told him to shut up. My ass probably was my best asset. My girlfriend commented all the time about how round it was. She loved grabbing it while we made out. I pulled up my shorts and went to sit on my bed, trying not to be distracted by the fact that Donnie was sitting naked on his bed, occasionally reaching down to pull on his massive cock or scratch his balls. We kept talking, eventually getting to the topic of sex.
I told him about losing my virginity to my girlfriend back home. She was the only girl I'd ever been with. He talked about the variety of girls he'd fucked. "I even had a boy back home who sucked me off when no girls were available." I wasn't sure how to respond to that news. I'd never even thought about another guy sucking me off. "How did that happen?" I finally asked.
"I caught him staring at me in the locker room," Donnie said. "He was the team manager. Skinny white kid who wasn't big enough to play football, but wanted to be part of the team. He looked a lot like you, actually." Donnie paused, then said, "My nickname for him was 'White Boy.' You remind me of him, so don't be surprised if I accidentally call you 'White Boy!'" He laughed then, and I smirked as he said it, though I was a little concerned. I didn't really want to have Donnie's memories of getting sucked off tied to me in any way! I decided it was time to bring that conversation to a close, so I yawned, feigning sleepiness, and said, "Well, I guess I'm going to get some sleep."
"That's probably a good idea. Good night," Donnie said, standing and moving to turn off the light switch. It would take some time for me to get used to his nudity, but I was glad we were getting along. I fell asleep more quickly than I expected, although I was restless, in a new bed, in a new room. Surprisingly, my dreams that night featured Donnie naked, and I was watching him get sucked off by a white dude that looked a lot like me. I was mostly disturbed that I was hard when I awoke.
The morning light was coming in through the window as I slowly awoke. "Good morning, white boy!" I heard Donnie chuckle from across the room. "Looks like someone was having a good dream!" Not only was I hard, but my cock was tenting the sheets, showing Donnie I was hard. I moved my hands down, trying to cover up my erection.
"Don't worry about it!" Donnie said. "We're guys. We all get horny!"
"Yeah, yeah," I said, embarrassed. I'd never had a close friend to talk about sex with before, and my brother was 10 years younger, so he wasn't old enough to even know what that was. Less than 24 hours in, and having a roommate was turning out to be a very interesting experience!
Over the next several weeks, Donnie and I settled into a routine as classes got started. We grew more comfortable with each other. For me, that meant I actually became more comfortable with being naked around Donnie, getting out of the shower and changing clothes. We shared our bathroom, so we would regularly walk in while the other was in the shower to use the bathroom. For Donnie, comfort meant that he started calling me "White Boy" most of the time, and began being more handsy with me, slapping my ass when I was changing, putting his arm around my shoulders in a bro-hug type of way, even sitting close to me on the bed when we would watch videos together. He also regaled me with tales of his white cock-sucker, even making comments about how white guys naturally submit to black guys. I didn't know if any of it was true, but he sure had strong opinions about it!
One Friday evening, about four weeks after school began, Donnie had a date with a girl he had met in one of his classes. He got dressed and excitedly left to go pick her up and go out. But about an hour-and-a-half after he left, I heard the door to our room opening. I looked up to see Donnie entering, his face scrunched up in a scowl. "Dude!" he said as he walked in and shut the door, "that was the worst! She was rude to the waiter, she was rude about my clothes, and she made clear that she didn't put out!" He paused, then continued, "Basically, she was a Bitch, and I'm horny as fuck!"
Looking up from my Calculus homework, I smiled ruefully and offered, "I'm sorry, dude. That sucks!"
"Speaking of sucking, she said she wouldn't even do that!" Donnie said. "I wish I had my white boy here to take care of this." Even as he said it, I saw a look pass over Donnie's face as he looked at me. I immediately got nervous. Donnie had spent the past four weeks calling me White Boy.
"OK, well, I'm, uhh, going to take a shower," I stuttered, nervous about his mood and wanting to get out of the situation. I stood and grabbed my towel, then walked over to the bathroom. I shut the door behind me, safely out of sight of my horny roommate. I started the shower, shedding my clothes as the water heated up. Once the water was at the right temperature, I stepped in and closed the curtain, standing under the warm spray, feeling the tension of studying and my nervousness about Donnie just wash away. As I stood there, I heard the door to the bathroom open.
"I've got to piss," Donnie said as he stepped into the bathroom. I heard his stream hit the bowl, echoing loudly in the small bathroom. After he was done I heard rustling, assuming that he was zipping up. Instead, a few seconds later, the curtain opened and a naked Donnie stepped into the shower behind me.
"Donnie, what are you doing?" I exclaimed, trying to move away from his body in the small enclosure.
"Calm down, white boy!" he said, his hands grabbing onto my shoulders and beginning to massage them. As nervous as he made me, his hands felt good. I didn't realize how tense I was until he started massaging me. Once he felt me relax, his hands moved down my back, then back up to my shoulders, then down my arms. Damn, it felt good for him to massage me while we were standing under the water in the shower. I quit trying to escape, and decided to enjoy it.
As I relaxed, Donnie became more daring. He would reach over my shoulders, rubbing my chest, massaging my pecs, then back up to my shoulders. Him reaching around me served to pull me back closer to him, and soon our bodies were making contact, my back to his chest, as he rubbed all over my upper body. He felt warm against my back, and I relaxed even more, surprised that I liked being close to him.
"See," he said softly, his head next to my ear, "doesn't this feel nice?"
"Um-hmm," I said softly, nodding. Donnie's arms around me grew tighter, pulling me back against him. Suddenly, I could feel his cock pressing against my ass. I remember thinking that I guess that was normal to feel if two naked guys are hugging in the shower!
"I'm glad you're my roommate," Donnie said, his deep voice soft in my ear as he began nuzzling my neck. "I'm glad that we can be close."
"I"m glad too, Donnie," I said. It was a surreal moment. Nothing in my life up this this point would have led me to believe that I would relax in the shower while my big, black roommate hugged me from behind. But in that moment, I felt peaceful, and truly felt close to Donnie. I realized he was making me feel good, and I liked it. I felt safe in his arms, like he was protecting me and taking care of me all at once.
"Don't you think it's time we got closer?" he said back, his lips now kissing my neck. I could feel goosebumps all over my neck and back where our bodies were touching.
"What do you mean?" I asked, already aware of what he wanted and yet terrified of what it would mean for me, and for our friendship.
In answer to my question, Donnie's right hand came up to the side of my face, turning my head back toward his. He turned his face, and his lips covered mine in a soft kiss. I was shocked to feel myself respond, kissing him back. Donnie pulled back after a moment, smiling down at my smaller frame, hugging me even tighter against himself. His cock, which felt soft before, had hardened as we kissed, and I could feel it pressing against my ass. Donnie leaned back in for another kiss, and as we began to make out, he began to turn me so that I was facing him. I found myself once again in his embrace, only this time I was facing him, our cocks touching each other, my arms moving up around his neck, giving in to his advances. Once again, I was shocked to find my own cock harder than I could remember it being.
After a few minutes of making out, Donnie reached over and grabbed the soap, beginning to wash my body from head to toe. It was so erotic, to feel him take his time cleaning me. He seemed to spend extra time on my ass as he soaped me up, turning me around as needed to lather the suds up on my body, then rinsing me off under the spray. After he washed me, he handed me the bar and invited me to do the same for him. I washed him, head to toe, following his example. I'd never touched another man's cock, but I lathered up his hard cock, watching him suck in his breath as my fist wrapped around it and moved up and down on it, coating the entire hard shaft with soap. I knelt to wash his legs and feet, feeling his hard cock press against my head and face as I soaped him up.
I stood back up and we both rinsed the rest of the suds off our bodies, continuing to touch one another. He pulled me into another passionate kiss, then I felt him reach behind me to turn the water off. He stepped out first, grabbing my towel. He began to dry me, repeating his exploration of my body as he dabbed the water droplets from my body. Then he handed me his towel, and I dried him off in similar fashion. We didn't talk, we just enjoyed each other. I couldn't believe that I could enjoy this kind of intimacy with another guy!
After we were dry, Donnie smiled at me, taking my hand and leading me out of the bathroom and back into our room. He led me over to his bed, pressing my shoulders down to sit, then pushing me back to lay down on my back. Donnie climbed over me, his bigger body coming down gently on me, pinning me to his bed as he kissed me again, beginning a hot make-out session. I remember thinking this was so different from kissing Lisa, my girlfriend. With her, I was the aggressor, I was making her mine. But here, Donnie was kissing me, making me his, controlling the kiss, and I was submitting to him. As we made out, I felt his knees move between my legs, and I felt them spreading for him.
After making out, Donnie sat back on his knees, then moved to slide up my torso, his large cock moving ever closer to my mouth. He placed the head of his cock against my lips, and as I looked up at his face, he smiled as I opened my mouth. He began pressing his cock forward, and for the first time, I had a cock in my mouth! 20 minutes ago, I was disgusted by the very idea that Donnie wanted me to suck him. Now, it felt like a natural next step in our friendship.
"That's it," Donnie said seductively. "I love seeing my black cock disappear into the mouth of my white boy!" He pushed in a little, then pulled back. "Wrap those pretty lips around the shaft," he instructed, letting me know what he liked and how he liked to be sucked. I gagged some as he hit the back of my throat, my lack of experience evidenced by my inability to take him very deep.
"Don't worry, white boy!" he said calmly. "I'll give you plenty of opportunities to practice. We'll have this cock down your throat in no time!" I hadn't thought about it before, but it made sense that if I sucked him this time, Donnie was going to want more. I wasn't sure I wanted to be a full-time cocksucker for him, but it was hard to argue with him while his cock was filling my mouth. For a few minutes, the only sounds were sucking and slurping, occasionally broken up by gagging. I felt him begin thrusting faster and more sporadically, going deeper and hitting the back of my throat more often, making me gag. I later realized this meant that he was getting close to climax. Suddenly, he held still in my mouth, and I felt his cock spurt, my mouth suddenly filling with a salty, gooey slime. He just came in my mouth!
"Swallow," Donnie commanded, holding his cock still in my mouth. I had no choice, and I began swallowing, feeling his load slide down my throat. I had just sucked off my roommate, and then swallowed his load.
After he finished shooting, Donnie pulled his cock out of my mouth, and moved back down my body. For a brief moment, I thought that he was going to return the favor, but alas, that was not his intention. Donnie scooted over to lay down on his side, then turned me onto my side, and pulled me back against him, spooning me from behind. I felt his softening cock nestle into my ass crack.
"Damn, white boy!" he said, his voice once again next to my ear, the deep vibrations sending a chill down my spine. "You made me feel so good! You took care of me." Donnie hugged me back against him. I couldn't get out of his embrace, but I wasn't really trying either. I realized that it made me feel good that I made Donnie happy. I was a little frustrated that my cock was still hard, but I wasn't sure how to say, "What about me?"
As it turned out, I shouldn't have worried about that. Donnie apparently only needed a couple of minutes to recover. We lay there for a few minutes, and soon Donnie's hands were rubbing all over me again, similar to the way he had seduced me in the shower. I could feel his cock hardening again, and I could feel him pressing it against my ass, aiming for my crack. Once, I jumped as I felt him press against my hole!
"Donnie," I said tentatively, "I know what you're thinking, and I can't do that!"
"Shhh," he whispered deeply in my ear. "Just relax. I've got you."
His words had a calming effect on me, and I just relaxed into his embrace. We stayed like that a minute or two more, and then he said quietly into my ear, "Baby, I'm about to make you feel so good!" He turned me so that I was laying on my stomach, and I felt him move behind me, then grab my hips and pull them up so that I was face down, ass up on his bed. I tensed up, thinking he was going to just press his cock in. I didn't really know anything about gay sex, and so I was terrified. But instead of his cock, I felt the most glorious sensation as his tongue touched, and then began making circles around my asshole! I didn't know that so much pleasure could come from my butt!
Over the next ten minutes, Donnie rimmed me good, sending me to new heights of pleasure. He began adding fingers, stretching my hole open, adding spit. Finally, I heard him pop the cap on a bottle, and then he drizzled cool lube on my hole, pressing it in with his fingers, then adding more lube. I felt him move behind me, and he must have slicked up his dick with lube as well. I felt him press the head against my hole, and about three inches of his dick slid right into me before I tensed up, the pain suddenly shooting up my spine.
"OWWW, fuck!" I screamed into the pillow, trying to keep any dorm mates from hearing my deflowering. Donnie placed his hands on my shoulders, beginning to massage them again, telling me to relax. He held still as my body obeyed, the tension once again leaving as he kneaded my shoulder muscles. As I relaxed, another two inches or so of his cock slid slowly in. The burning pain was still there, but it was a little less than at first. Donnie kept up a consistent pressure, and after about another minute, I had taken all of his cock. I had a cock up my ass. He'd already taken my mouth, and now he was taking my ass.
"Yeah, that's right baby," Donnie said, laying down on my back, his mouth once again at my ear. "This feels so good. I like being this close to you!" His deep voice in my ear, his big, muscular body on my back, his big cock in my ass, I really did feel close to him, and not just physically. Emotionally, I felt open and vulnerable to him. I realized I wanted to experience this, to feel what it means to receive a man's cock into your body.
"This is much better than just getting sucked!" Donnie said, sensing that I wasn't fighting him. He began to slowly pull back, then ease back in. The pain in my ass was diminishing, leaving behind a fullness, with some discomfort. The slow pace that Donnie established began to feel really good after a while. There was one place in my ass that, as his cock rubbed over it, felt like I needed to pee and was having an orgasm all at the same time. I realized that the moaning sounds that I began hearing were not Donnie, but me. I was grunting and verbalizing the pleasure that I was beginning to feel as Donnie continued to fuck into me.
"Yeah, that's it," Donnie said, picking up speed. "Open up that hole to me. Give me that ass!" Within another minute, he was fucking with a pretty good rhythm. I could tell that he was holding back some, not wanting to hurt me the first time I was being fucked. I'm thankful that he was patient, because it allowed me to feel everything and give myself to the feelings coursing through my body.
That first time, he fucked me for about 20 minutes. It took him longer to cum since he'd shot his first load in my mouth. As he neared climax, I was really enjoying the pressure of his cock in my hole and the warmth radiating out of my ass from the friction as he slid in and out, back and forth through my hole. My cock had gone soft at the initial penetration, but I was fully hard now, horny and loving the feelings that Donnie's cock had introduced to my hole. Finally, with one last lunge forward, Donnie held his cock fully in me, and a wet warmth spread as I felt his cock spasm, knowing that he was seeding my hole.
He laid on my back for a couple of minutes, regaining his breath, before he pulled back and out of my hole. He laid on his side, and pulled me back to once again spoon against him. Reaching around me, he grabbed my hard cock and began jerking me off. He tugged me for less than a minute before I was shooting off onto the bed below me.
We lay in a state of post coital relaxation for a couple of minutes, Donnie's arms wrapped around my chest, pulling me tight against him. We didn't really talk, just lay there. But as my cock started softening, the reality of what we'd just done hit me hard! I felt guilty as fuck. I'd just let my roommate fuck me, after I'd sucked his dick. Did this make me gay? Was I less of a man now? Would we still be friends, or were we ever friends? Did he act like my friend because he wanted to seduce me? Fuck, I just cheated on my girlfriend! With my roommate! And he's a guy!
I moved to extricate myself from Donnie's grip, jumping up from the bed. I grabbed my underwear and shorts, pulling them on, grabbed a t-shirt and stepped into my slides, needing to get out. I heard Donnie say, "Jacob, man, you okay?" I didn't respond, just grabbed my keys and phone and ran out of the door.
I was thankful that it was dark outside, so the few people who were milling around the quad couldn't see the tears running down my face. I hadn't wanted to have sex with Donnie, but now we'd crossed that line. I didn't want to be his cocksucker, but I'd given in without a fight. I never wanted to know how it felt to have a man fuck me, but now I did know, from experience. My sore, wet ass was all the evidence I needed to be reminded that Donnie had his cock balls deep in me when he filled me with his load. Worst of all, I could still feel the pleasure it brought me, and I feared I would want it again.
I didn't see him come out of the dorm, but Donnie dressed and followed me downstairs, assuming I would escape to the quad to be alone. He found me sitting on a bench, no one else around. I was crying, my head in my hands. I didn't even hear him walk up. He sat down beside me and pulled me into him, hugging me against him. I didn't fight it, I just let him hold me as I cried. Finally, I settled down, my tears drying up. Donnie held me through it. As I finished crying, his hand came to my face, wiping my tears away.
"Tell me what's going on," Donnie said.
I looked over at him, seeing the compassion and worry on his face. "What's going on?" I replied, too sarcastically, I realized as it came out of my mouth. "You just fucked me, dude! That's what's going on. I didn't want that! We're friends. I don't want to be your bitch! I was happy just being friends. And, I have a girlfriend!"
"I'm sorry," he said. "I got carried away, and when you let me keep going, I thought you were into it."
"That's the real problem," I said, more subdued than before. If he was really my friend, then I needed to tell the truth. "All of that is true, but the real reason I'm upset is that I, um, I, uhh..." I found it difficult to say the words out loud.
Donnie said them for me: "You liked it?" I nodded.
He smiled at me and hugged me to himself once again. "Does this make me gay?" I asked into his shoulder.
He laughed as he answered, "No dude, it doesn't. Do you still like girls?"
"Yes," I said.
"Then you're not gay. Straight guys can enjoy sex with other guys without becoming gay. You just discovered that there are ways to feel good with guys that you can't do with girls." Donnie pulled back, and grabbed my chin, turning me to face him, looking into my eyes. "And we're still friends. Now, we're just friends with benefits!" His smile was infectious, and my worries began to melt away as I returned his smile.
We talked more, then went back up to the room. I slept in Donnie's bed that night. He laid on his back, and I snuggled against his chest, his arm protectively around me. We didn't have sex again that night, but I realized I'd never felt closer to another human being. We kept having sex that year, usually about once a week, and discovered some new and inventive positions for fucking. It got to the point that I would cum hands free, just from his cock fucking me. Once, I even came twice while he fucked me! Occasionally, we'd fall asleep together in his bed after sex, but most of the time we were just good friends who were roommates, who occasionally had sex, more often if he was without a girlfriend.
During Spring semester, I met a girl who I started dating. The first time we had sex, she orgasmed hard as I fucked her. Afterward, she told me I was the best she'd ever had, and wanted to know how I learned to fuck that good. I smiled, telling her it must be in my genes. What I didn't tell her is that I learned what felt good by taking Donnie's cock! I was fucking her like he fucked me! Our relationship didn't last long, but she must have talked with her friends. I developed a reputation as a sex god among the ladies on campus, all thanks to my roommate who showed me how to use his cock to bring your partner maximum pleasure! Looking back, I learned A LOT during my freshman year of college!
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