Dorm Room Dilemma

Distractions

College life nowadays is hard enough considering all that’s required. Unsolicited outside distractions more often than not are annoying and escalate one’s mental turmoil during this struggling time. However, my freshman year came with a welcome distraction, Ryder Pleasance, my provocative college roommate. Understand, my roommate’s body is to die for, not to mention, the way he flaunts his nakedness, teasing the fuck out of me on a daily basis since we became roommates. 

From that first freshman day when Ryder and I began occupying the same dorm room at the university he’s teased me with his naked body, causing endless erections, at leastsemi-erections, whenever I’m in his company. I’m not sure the why or wherefores, but my new roommate’s proclivity for buck nakedness arouses hidden desire within. 

Deep within my subconscious a little voice calls out every time I see his nude body, “I want you, Ryder. I want to jump your awesome body, but most of all I want you to jump mine.”  

The undisciplined drop-dead-gorgeous dude parades around our dorm room bare-ass naked all the time. Ryder’s manhood is most noticeable swinging side to side as he maneuvers through our small room: his alluring body a treasure to behold. At six feet two the athletic blonde hair blue eyed nineteen-year-old carries his grandiose body with stature. Surely, the imposing freshman must be aware his lewd nakedness produced a profound impact on my erogenous senses and emotional state of mind.

Since that first week of university life I’ve learned two things about my roomie: he comes from an appearance of affluence with a sense of lusty audacity. Outwardly, Ryder has never advertised or promoted his family’s wealth; however, he seems to enjoy boldly flaunting his naked body in front of me, inside the confines of our dorm room. 

Anytime my roommate returns from showering, which is as many as two to three times a day, he seems to make a point of strolling through the close confines of our quarters naked. Not even a towel around his midsection. Ryder has no qualms about toying with my psyche, posing unclothed, while towel drying his stunning ass and fantastic junk in amost seductive manner. 

Ryder’s wanton display demonstrates he’s got nothing to be ashamed; in fact, everything for which to be proud. Unsure whether he might be advertising his sexual preference, prowess or passion; whatever his reasoning, he has my full attention with my lust level for him at a ten. By two weeks into the fall semester we’d hit things off satisfactorily and discovered we had many things in common. 

Among other things we both prefer sleeping naked. In the days we’ve known each other Ryder has already invited me to spend winter break with him at his family’s compound in Colorado. Although we share none of the same classes we do take the same general education prerequisite courses and dine together in the communal dinning hall. 

My family,although not considered paupers do not rise to the affluence of the Pleasance’s family, however my family has the means make sure I get a good college education. Through my adolescent years, do to me being a military brat, I’d led a frugal existence learning to travel light, packing everything I needed in my backpack and small suitcase. 

My austere lifestyle and ability to travel light suits the stark dormitory life. The close quarters in our dorm room could be considered spartan by many but adequate: approximately 100 square feet per person. Two single beds, two desks with chairs, couple lamps, small dressers, and of course a flat screen television, thanks to Ryder. The cramped quarters make not noticing Ryder’s stunning body, or our bodies occasional touching inevitable, especially when it comes to the narrow passage between our beds and using the cramped bathroom. 

In certain respects, I enjoy the sensual feelings produced when our bodies make contact. Ryder’s touch sends lustful shivers through my body. Although I don’t consider myself to be gay, since starting college my new roommate has been arousing dormant sexual feelings within me each day. Over the years I’ve experienced sexual fantasies and desire to experiment with boys much like we did during puberty. 

I always considered myself to be heterosexual growing up; however, as college life progresses Ryder’s behavior is testing my breaking point. In the weeks living together my roommate has done his best to create sexual tension between us, but never any overt provocative gestures.

Many times, sitting at my desk or on the edge of my bed I inhale Ryder’s manly scent, or fragrance of the body wash or cologne he uses. The aroma drives me crazy with desire; as if he's daring me to make a move on him. His scent and bold nakedness invites me to reach out tweaking his prominent pink nipples, squeezing his blemish free voluptuous buns, or grab his ample circumcised cock, put it into my mouth and suck it to fruition. I feared Ryder’s body and attributes were beginning to lure me towards making a move I might regret.

Ryder’s sexual attributes are beginning to overwhelm my common sense. There’s no privacy around him; he has no qualms about using the small bathroom we share along side me. The only thing he’s refrained from thus far, holding my pecker while we pee or jump into the small shower stall with me. Not that I wouldn’t enjoy sharing a long sensual shower with him. 

Since day one I’ve noticed what appears to be a vintage Samsonite make up case sitting kitty-corner under the sink on the bathroom floor next to the commode. The lid on the brown case is never open and thus far I’ve never felt a need or had the opportunity to look inside. However, today as I sat down on the commode to take care of business I noticed the gold latches in the open position on the case. Sitting there on the toilet, being a naturally nosy nineteen-year-old, I couldn’t resist temptation to explore inside. 

Aware Ryder to be in the library for the afternoon and my curiosity running wild, I opened the lid onthe case. I was shocked by the contents. I began rummaging through the case, taking a visual inventory of the goodies within.

From my observation the brown case contained an assortment of sex toys, including different size, shape and types of dildos. Along with dildos were condoms, lubricants, couple douche bulbs and other items to make sex more pleasurable. I assumed from stories I’d read on the Internet these items could be used by either sex to enhance the sexual experience.

Thus far in my young life I’d yet to be exposed to any of these items, but there they were calling out to me, “Come touch me, play with me.” 

Being the red-headed geek and youngest member of my macho military family I’d led a somewhat sheltered life growing up with helicopter parents hovering around, examining every aspect of my life. The most I’d managed to accomplish sexually since puberty: cop a feel with my girlfriend, and a few secret mutual masturbation sessions with my second cousin and neighbor boys. These sessions whet my appetite to explore sex with boys.

With my new Mac laptop, a graduation gift, the laptop gave me opportunity to log onto the Internet where I discovered porn and sex toys. I discovered the Internet to be a treasure trove of information not available to teen generations before me. Many of the pictures, stories and videos I found online the summer before entering college I considered to be outrageous sexual behavior for a protected lad such as me. I was thunderstruck by some of the images and stories; however, they stirred deep feelings within me. 

The neat thing about my Mac, when done searching I pull down the history tab and clear all previous searches to prevent snooping. My searches gave me the opportunity to not only search for porn, but view sex toys that I’d read about or seen, that’s how I recognized the items in the travel case as well as how, what and why they’re used.

Although I’d seen numerous pictures of sex toys I’d never touched one before. As I sat there on the toilet curiosity overtook me. I began picking through the toys to the point I forgot what brought me to the bathroom in the first place. In a matter of minutes my cock boned up. A couple flesh colored dildos had suction cups at the base while others were battery operated vibrators. The identification on the plastic containers and tubes indicated their contents used as cleansing agents and as anal lubes.

With the dildos in hand I had to see how I measured up next to the rubber toys. One appeared to be about the same length and girth as mine; whereas, the other bigger than mine. I squeezed a little lube from the tube onto my cockhead to get a feeling for the gel. That led to rubbing the gel around the head of my cock and the frenulum area before beginning to jerk off. With my eyes closed I could almost feel the artificial penis sliding in and out of my virgin asshole while stroking my cock.

The sphincter muscle surrounding my anus began to throb, rapidly relaxing and tightening while stroking my hard cock, tempting me to insert a finger in my asshole or insert the dildo. I’d read many stories and watched numerous videos about guys fucking each other in the ass as well as girls using dildos to satisfy themselves. The stories about anal sex for some insane reason aroused me as much or more than stories or videos about guys sucking each other’s cocks. 

Although I’d experienced oral sex when I was younger cock sucking now seemed so unexciting to me. I’d read that analingus, finger fucking, cock sucking, and nipple play to be part of male-on-male foreplay, culminating in anal intercourse. 

Since meeting Ryder I’d been having nightly dreams about him practicing a repertoire of foreplay before fucking me in the ass with his majestic tool. A couple of those dreams culminated with explosive wet dreams. For some reason yet unknown to me I desired to be the bottom in our pseudo-sexual relationship. Who knows, maybe someday that dream will become reality, but for the time being I’ll just jack off and fantasize about that day.