His Roommate's Friend

The FBI file on Joseph Eugene Harkness would have been a sedative for anyone who gazed at it for longer than a moment. The list of data included his date of birth in Toledo, Ohio, the names of his parents and their birthdates, his elementary, junior high, and high schools in Florence, Texas. Currently, he was listed as a student at the University of Houston with 112 hours, a GPA of 3.95 in software engineering. Height: 6’2” Weight: 185# Male, single, likely gay, no long-term relationships. Recruitment status, unlikely. 

I was oblivious to the file as are most people. I went about attending class and working long hours to keep my grades up. My professors knew me to be smart, quick, and hard-working. None thought that I was a genius likely to develop something new in the field, but I knew that I would be an immediate asset to any company that snatched me up. Sometimes I wondered whether I worked too hard, whether I would feel less lonely if I had more playtime.

However, I was not very adept at finding a partner for playtime. I wanted to find a life partner. I had hoped to find Mr. Right and get married after graduating high school, then I thought I’d find him while at college. That didn’t seem likely during this last semester.  

My biggest disappointment with being gay was that my partner and I wouldn’t be able to have children together. I knew that we could adopt or find a surrogate. Sometimes I wondered when we were ready whether my sister might carry my husband’s child. The genetics would be as close as they could get, and his sister always said she wanted a dozen children. First, I thought as I held my pen in my teeth, I needed to find Mr. Almost Perfect. I laughed out loud.

“What are you thinking about now, Darkness?” My roommate claims he misunderstood my name when I introduced myself.

“Things beyond your level of understanding, Stuart Little.” I turned to look at my roommate Stuart as I said it. My roommate sat facing a study mate of his named Roger.

“Stop talking about his dick,” said Roger as he giggled at his own joke.

“Interesting that you know the size of his dick,” I said.

“Fuck you,” was Roger’s quick and erudite comeback. “Stuart Little’s a mouse, and mice have tiny ones.”

“Fuck you, Roger. Are you telling people that you’ve seen my dick?”

I didn’t respond; he knew Roger wouldn’t understand. I went back to my studies and let Stuart and Roger figure out theirs. At five in the afternoon, Stuart’s alarm sounded.  

“Gotta get ready for Janet.” Stuart jumped from the bed and immediately exchanged his clothes for jeans and an AC/DC t-shirt. “Have fun; see you tomorrow, Joe.” He darted from the room.

I looked over at Roger.

“I’m going.” Roger stuffed his things into his backpack and left the room without another sound.

I smiled at Roger’s leaving; I didn’t like Roger. The first time I met him, Roger had too much to drink and threw up in the room. Closing my eyes to stretch, I wondered whether I should take advantage of being alone to make love to my hand. It had been a while, and I had to admit, I was feeling a little pent up. Without my roommate here, it wouldn’t have to be a clandestine operation. I considered that I might even download a video to watch as I manipulated myself. I smirked even though there was no one to see me. ‘And I can use some of this coconut lotion,’ I thought aloud. I had purchased the large bottle for 97 cents to reduce my elbow dryness, but the lotion was a little too thin. It proved to be a perfect masturbation lubricant, plus I loved the smell. Coconut is such an erotic aroma.

With the video downloading, I moved the pillow to the opposite end of the bed. I’d unbuttoned a few of the buttons of my shirt when I heard a knock at the door.

I immediately jumped to the conclusion that Stuart and Janet had a fight and that Stuart had forgotten his key. ‘So much for my plans,’ I thought. I walked to the door and opened it. At six-two, I was accustomed to looking at least slightly down to talk to people. In front of me stood six foot five Andrew Bergman. A muscular man who weighed two hundred ten pounds, he had an infectious smile and a soft, deep voice. I tilted his head up and looked into a set of eyes bluer than my own. “Well, hey there,” said Andrew with a smile.

“Hey, there,” I replied back. “You’re the one, aren’t you?”

Andrew scanned me with his eyes. I had short blond hair, blue eyes, toned arms and legs accentuated by a sleeveless T and running shorts. Andrew grinned. “Maybe. I’m looking for Friday night company.”

“So you stopped here?” I raised an eyebrow and smiled.

“I’m a friend of Stuart’s,” he said before lowering his voice. “But I’m kind of hoping he’s not here.”

“He’s not,” I replied. 

“Then you’ll keep me company?”

“Awfully pushy, aren’t you,” I said. “I have studying to do.”

“I’ll help you.” Andrew stepped into the room and closed the door. “Has Stuart mentioned me?”

“No, he hasn’t.” Why hadn’t he? This was the kind of man I dreamed about having between my legs. I watched him walk across the room, and I admitted that I wanted to be between his as well.

“He’s talked about you; Stuart did.” Andrew sat in Stuart’s desk chair. “He even showed me your picture.”

“When was that?”

“A few weeks ago.”

“And you’re just now knocking at the door?” I chuckled.

“Well, it’s the first night I knew you’d be here and Stuart wouldn’t. I wanted to get to know you without being interrupted. Stuart suggested all four of us go out for pizza or something, and I wanted to talk to you without people listening in.”

“Just based on what Stuart said about me, you wanted to meet me? That must have been an interesting conversation.”

“It was, you’re an interesting guy.”

I pulled the chair away from his desk and sat backward in it, still facing Andrew. “Did Stuart tell you I’m gay?”

The room was quiet for several uncomfortable seconds.

“He didn’t, actually.” Andrew looked at the floor and then up into my eyes. “He said you might be. That he wasn’t sure. He said he’s never known you to date anyone. You’re a serious student but not geeky or nerdy, just quiet. He said you don’t talk about women the way most guys seem to when they’re around other guys. So I was hopeful.”

“Hopeful?” I slowly drew a breath in. Could this handsome guy in front of him be gay as well and not just a straight guy hoping for a blowjob? Had my prayers been answered here in his last semester of school?”

“Yeah. Hopeful. I’m hoping even more now that I’ve seen you.” Andrew smiled.

“Stroke my ego and tell me why.” I smiled back.

“You’re fucking sexy, dude. I mean, I like tall guys, and you’re almost as tall as yours truly. When I’m standing with a guy who’s just average in height, I feel as though I’m standing next to a kid. I’m looking for a man.”

“We do see eye to eye where tall guys are concerned. I find it sexy when I have to look up a little to look at my date’s eyes. That’s why I haven’t dated much. Not many gay guys out there who are my type.”

Andrew stood up. “Am I your type? Because you are certainly mine.”

I stood as well. “So far.”

Andrew raised his eyebrows. “So far, huh.”

I nodded, “You’ve only talked about how tall I am. I told you to stroke my ego.”

A hand reached over and touched his hair.

“That’s my hair, not my ego.”

“You’ve got great hair, Joseph. Your nose is really cute, too.”

“My nose?”

“Yeah,” Andrew’s voice became deeper, softer, lighter in volume. “It’s just the right size, and it’s so straight, and the shape of your nostrils is… I don’t know how to say it… you’re just so fucking handsome.”

I felt Andrew’s lips brush against his before they pressed together. A tongue moved across my upper lip and then pushed itself into my mouth. I countered with my tongue and pushed back. Andrew sucked my tongue into his mouth. He chuckled a little, and I felt my dick swell.

Andrew was wearing a button-down shirt that he hadn’t tucked into his khaki shorts. I began to unbutton the top few buttons.

“You want a peek at my muscles.” He grinned as though he’d won the gold ring.

“Fucking arrogant bastard,” I muttered as I continued to unbutton him.

“That’s right, and I can tell by the look in your eye that you can’t wait to fuck me.”

“I knew I wanted to do that before you sat down. But then, I’m gay. Don’t we all just want to fuck each other?”

“Such a stereotype. Am I going to get to fuck you? I bet you have a tight man-hole.”

“I do. It’s almost virginal,” I sniggled.

“What the fuck does that mean? Almost.”

“Such ignorance. You’d be the first human dick in my butt. The others were plastic.” I laughed.

“You think I’m just another dumb jock with a big dick who likes dick, don’t you.”

I grabbed his crotch. “No. I think you’re a dumb jock with an average cock who likes dick.” Using my other hand, I ran my fingers over his nipple and pinched it.

“Shit. That was awesome.”

“So, Mr. Jock. By the looks of you, you’re not a jockey. What is your sport?”

I pulled his lower lip into my mouth and squeezed it between my teeth. I released it.

“Basketball, of course. It got me into school. I hate the game, so let’s move on.”

I licked his chin and kissed it. “I’d blow you now, but I think you’d come before I got your whole dick in my mouth. Besides, I want you to fill the condom while your cock is up my ass. That is, unless you come while I’m fucking you.”

He locked his lips to mine as he finished unbuttoning his shirt. He didn’t have the kind of muscles that a bodybuilder has, but he was muscular and athletic looking with a waist that was smaller than his chest. My dick was struggling to get free of my underwear. Andrew pulled a bottle of lubricant from his shirt pocket. He tossed the shirt on Stuart’s bed and the lube on mine.

I raised an eyebrow.

“I told you I was hopeful,” he said.

“Where are the condoms?”

He turned a little red. “Back pockets. Two for each of us.” He tossed those next to the lube.

“Hopeful or confident? Did Stuart tell you I was a slut?” I put my hands on his shoulders.

His face grew serious. “I would never call you a slut.”

“I was kidding. Somehow, I know that you wouldn’t.” I tilted my head in the opposite direction. “And I know that you know that I’m not one just as I know that you’re not one.”

The corners of his mouth turned up. “I’m not. I’m usually very shy. I can’t believe how easy it is to talk this sex shit with you. It’s strange to me that I understand what you’re saying, usually I can’t read other guys. I admit that I wanted you from before I saw your picture, and I wanted you more after. And, I want you to want me.”

“I do want you. You’re easy to talk to, and I like you.” I let go of him and stood back. “I do like you.” I smiled at him. “It usually takes me a while before I know whether I like someone and most of the time, I’m indifferent or I don’t. But I like you. And you make my dick really hard.”

“Fuck me. Fuck me now, OK?” He reached over and pulled my t-shirt over my head. I stepped forward and pressed our chests together. His hands grabbed my dick through my shorts. “I need you.”

I found it interesting that he’d said that. I needed someone to fill the emptiness I’d been feeling since middle school. His head turned toward my bed, and I saw him in profile. He was handsome, hot, sexy; he was what I needed, and what I had been looking for. My hands unbuttoned his shorts. He kicked off his shoes and dropped in height, but I still had to look up to see his eyes.

I pulled his shorts and underwear down, his erection, freed from its confines, jutted out a little over six inches. It was a perfect size for my mouth and my ass. I pulled mine off as well, and we stood naked facing one another.

“Your dick looks thick,” he told me.

I compared by wrapping my thumb and index finger over mine at the base and then his. He gasped as I touched him. “They’re the same.”

He turned and went to the bed. Pushing the lubricant and condoms up to the pillow and pulling the covers down to the foot of the mattress, he got on his back. He grabbed the bottle and squirted some on his fingers. He was so flexible that he stretched his legs out at an almost 180-degree angle. He lifted his balls with one hand and fingered his hole with the other.

Precum dripped from my cock.

“Take a condom,” he said. “This hole is yours; it needs you in it.”

I took one of the rubbers and unrolled it over my dick. My dick had never been that hard. Andrew was who I’d have drawn if I were asked to draw the perfect man for me. Our personalities were in perfect alignment. I got onto the bed and placed the head of my cock against his hole. Our eyes were locked together. I pushed into him. His eyes widened as I filled him. His hands moved to my ass and he pulled me completely inside him, gasping as I stretched him open.

The rhythm of our fuck was in complete synchronization. As I moved in, his hips tilted up and he breathed out. I wanted to maintain the motion all night long, but I was close to coming seconds after he came into the room, and I was only able to last a few minutes. Andrew smiled broadly as I filled the condom. As I pulled out, he moved his legs together and I slid next to him. We were face to face, yet I could still rub his feet with my toes.

“I should have brought more condoms. I have a whole box back in my room.”

“We can use them while we get tested. Do you want to get tested?”

Andrew propped himself up on an elbow. “So we can do it without condoms?”

I smiled. He looked like such a manly man and yet he was talking like a middle schooler. “Do it?” I smiled and moved my eyebrows up and down. “You mean fucking?” I pushed my face against his and kissed him.

His face turned red. “Yeah.” He glanced down at the pillow. “I already know I want you to do me as often as you can. I liked it a lot.”

I reached over and brushed his hair out of his face. I really liked this guy.