It Came to Pass

He tried his best not to make any sound, as he lay naked under the bed sheet, listening to the low and muffled grunts emanating from the other bed across the room. His roommate was masturbating. His cock throbbed as he imagined his roommate naked and stroking his cock.

Scott slowly rubbed down his smooth chest, his hearing enhanced by the silence of the night in the dorms. When he had first moved into the dorms, all he wished for was a tidy and clean roommate. He had, however, been blessed by discovering that his roommate, Bran, was not only tidy and clean, but also handsome and kind, an athlete but without the jock attitude.

Scott had no false hopes of having sex with Bran. Bran already had a girlfriend and was straight as an arrow as far as Scott could tell.  Not that Scott considered himself gay. His only “gay” experiences had been a couple of jerk-off sessions when he was 16. Still, he felt attracted to the male body. He erected hard whenever he surfed the net for naked males. With Bran, he was often tortured when his roommate stepped back from the showers with a towel around his waist and his crotch bulging. Bran had a patch of hair in the middle of his chest. He was on the basketball varsity team, and his body was toned as he stood at 6 feet and 4 inches tall (195cms) and weighed at 170 pounds (78kgs). There were taller players on the team, but Bran’s value was in his ability to sink 3-pointers easily and fast.

Scott, on the other hand, was more of a nerd than an athlete. With a smooth chest, a lanky body, wearing eyeglasses, a light beard and longish hair, Scott looked handsome in his own way, especially his green eyes that glinted with depth and smartness behind his glasses. To best Bran, however, Scott was bigger “down there.” Scott’s cut cock angled up at 45 degrees when erect, 9 thick inches (just shy of 23cms) with a pronounced knob. Bran’s tool was smaller and curved, uncut, erected at 6.5 inches (16.5cms). Neither young man had seen his roommate totally naked. Scott estimated that Bran must be more hung than he was because of Bran’s bigger build.

On the spur of the moment, tortured by the sounds from Bran’s bed, Scott threw off his bedsheet and turned on the side light next to his bed, his back turned to Bran, who emitted a grunt at the interruption.

“Sorry, Bran,” Scott said turning around. “I have to pee. Sorry I woke you up.”

Bran turned onto his side, pulling the sheet over his crotch to hide his erection. “It’s ok, bro. I wasn’t sleeping.”

Scott smiled, picked up his boxer shorts, pulled them on, and stood up, keeping his back turned to Bran to hide his own erection. He quickly left the room to the toilets, but he couldn’t piss. His cock was too hard and throbbing to let out any piss. He gave it a couple of strokes, shook his head, pulled up his boxers and returned to the room.

Bran was sitting up in his bed, his side light on, his tablet on his lap.

“Couldn’t pee,” Scott mumbled, sitting on the edge of the bed looking at Bran.

“Huh?” Bran didn’t take his eyes off the screen.

“What are you surfing?”

“Porn,” Bran turned and smirked at Scott.

Scott’s cock throbbed.

“Can I watch too?”

Bran moved to one side of the bed. “Sure, dude. I didn’t know you were interested in this kind of thing.”

Scott slid next to Bran, shivered to feel the warmth that Bran’s body had left. He stared at the screen. The porn flick showed a hung older man fucking a young girl on her back.

“Oh, man. The guy has such a thick member. I wonder how the chick can take it,” Bran said, reaching down onto his crotch to grab his dick. The old porn star pulled out his horse cock from the woman’s pussy and shoved it up her butt, thrusting deep.

“Oh, fuck. He’s butt-fucking the chick. Oh man. I wonder what butt-fucking feels like,” Bran groaned, working his cock under the sheet.

“You mean you have never… ?”

“You kidding, bro?” Bran snickered. “Chicks don’t let you do that to them. I bet it hurts like a bitch.”

Scott mumbled something. He wasn’t interested in the flick. He felt hot just thinking that there he was in his boxers lying inches away from the naked hunk he had lusted for so often. He turned his face to look at his sexy roommate. Bran was watching the butt-fucking scene, the tablet moving from side to side as he stroked his cock. The porn star slipped out of the girl’s ass and shot a huge load all over her tits and face. Bran groaned, slipped the tablet to the side, and raised his butt up on his two feet, snatching away the bed sheet with his free hand.

“Fuck, I’m going to jizz,” Bran grunted, as the first squirt shot out and onto his patch of chest hair.

There was no time for Scott to move away, as Bran’s next squirt curved and sprayed on Scott’s chest, followed by another shorter one down on Scott’s boxers. The strings of cum kept coming, showering both young men in all directions.

“Oh, Damn,” Bran panted. “Fuck, Scott, I couldn’t hold it back. Bro, I’m so fucking sorry.”

To Bran’s amazement, Scott burst out laughing, his chest heaving, as streams of cum trickled down his smooth body and onto the sheet. Still holding his dripping cock, Bran gazed at Scott, totally confused.

“What?” Bran said. “What’s funny, dude? I said I was sorry. Fuck. I will wipe it off.”

Bran got out of the bed and grabbed a towel. He started to wipe the cum off Scott’s chest, with Scott still snickering. Bran then stopped, looking at the soiled boxers, tented with a boner. Slowly, he reached down and started wiping off the cum, rubbing on the erected cock through the cotton material. Scott moaned, raising his butt.

“Oh, dude,” Scott muttered. “Take it out. Do it. Grab it. Stroke it.”

Bran moved away.

“I’m sorry, dude. Not into that.”

Scott wished the floor would split and suck him in. He was shaking with embarrassment, slipping out of Scott’s bed and into his, all lustful thoughts replaced by regret. Bran would now hate him. He would call him faggot, that was for sure. But the guy cummed all over his chest and crotch. Had it been an accident? Was Bran denying?

“Listen, Scott,” Bran said as they got up the next morning. “I need to apologize to you, buddy. Ok? You fine? I mean, what happened? When I jizzed? Man I was so horny. Listen: I’m inviting you to the movies tonight. Ok? We’re buddies, right?”

Scott couldn’t bring himself to say anything. All he did was nod his head. It was a relief, but he knew that somehow his relationship with his roommate has changed. He did feel a little bit relaxed that at least Bran didn’t decide to kick him out of the room.  He folded his boxers with Bran’s dried sperm on them and decided to keep them. When Bran left the room, Scott brought the boxers up to his face and sniffed deeply, taking in his own musk mixed with Bran’s cum; he sighed, felt his balls tingle, and returned the boxers into his drawer.

It was kind of a chilly, starry night as Scott climbed into Bran’s Vitara. Was this a date? Scott snickered to himself. Was it Brad’s way of apologizing?  Did Bran feel that guilty about jizzing onto Scott’s chest and crotch? Would it be awkward between them from now on?

Bran drove towards downtown from campus, but around ten minutes later, he swerved taking a right, away from the movie house they were supposed to go to.

“Changed your mind?” Scott asked, surprised.

Bran laughed. “No, dude. But I thought there was this place I want you to see. Much better than a stupid movie.”

Bran took the road that led to the hills to the east of town. Fifteen minutes later, he turned into a dirt road, among a few stunted pine trees and shrubs. They reached a clearing where Bran parked, turned off the car engine and got out. Dumbly, Scott followed.

“I bring my chicks up here,” Bran said without turning around as he stood at the edge of the hill, overlooking the town and the campus, lights glittering under them like a lit carpet. His silhouette against the dark night and the lights below looked awesome with its tall, perfectly shaped body, standing with legs a foot apart and hands in his pockets.

“It’s breath-taking,” Scott mumbled, standing next to Bran. “I’ve never been here.”

“Yes. The girls love it,” Bran snickered. “But better yet,” he stared into Scott’s eyes, “follow me.”

Lighting the flashlights on their cell phones, Scott followed Bran down a narrow path until they reached another clearing. From here, the view included a span of star-lit sky, as if reflecting the lights from the town below. There was an iron bench. Bran sat on the bench, stretching his long legs out and apart, smiling at Scott.

“Is this the best place in the world or is the best place in the world?” he sneered.

Scott sat next to Bran and nodded. “Awesome,” he whispered.

Scott was thinking: this sure looked like a date!

There were a few minutes of silence as the two young men sat next to each other and gazed at the lights.

“You brought me up here to where you bring your girlfriends and we’re sitting on this love seat, why?” Scott finally turned to look at Bran.

“I gotta tell you something, Scott,” Bran said without looking at his roommate. “Last night? When I jizzed on you? And then tried to wipe it off for you and felt your boner in your boxers? I was really tempted, you know, to… to reach in and grab it for you.”

Scott took in a deep breath of surprise, of shock. This straight stud was going to reach for his erected cock! He couldn’t move. He couldn’t reply. He could hardly breathe.

Bran continued, now that the initial confession was over, “You gotta remember, Scott, that I’m straight. You know that, don’t you?”

Scott didn’t know where this was going, but he started shivering all over, not able to control himself. Was it the chill? Bran noticed and placed his arm around Scott’s shoulder, their bodies touching on the love seat. “Now he is going to break with me. He brought me here to say that was an accident and they can’t be roommates any more. I’m going to lose him as a friend. Damn,” was running through Scott’s head as he felt Bran’s hand around his shoulder, so intimate, but preceding the inevitable rejection.

“I have noticed the way you steal glances at me whenever I walk back from the showers half naked. Scott,” Bran pressed on Scott’s shuddering shoulder bringing him closer, “I like you. As a person. And as a dude. I’m not into dudes and I don’t know if you are either. But I feel that I’m attracted to you as a person and… as a dude.”

Bran placed his hand on Scott’s shaking thigh, rubbed up and down, with the other hand on Scott’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss, full, on the mouth, his tongue forcing Scott’s mouth and darting in.

Scott moaned and almost passed out. He returned the kiss hungrily, not believing the sensations in his shaking body. He wrapped his arms around Bran’s waist and sucked on the wet lips. The two roommates were making out in a love seat overlooking the most romantic scenery, in the chill of the night, the silence of the clear night engulfing them.

When they broke the kiss, they gazed at each other and smiled.

“Ok,” Bran whispered. “I’m not gay. But I like you a lot and I want to do stuff with you.”

“Stuff?” Scott pulled back, his eyes sparkling with resentment. “So you think I’m gay and you just want to get head because you can’t get it from your girlfriend? For your information, Bran, I have never been with another guy.”

“Don’t get me wrong, dude. I have no idea whether you’re gay or not. All I’m saying is that I like you, and I know you like me. We will be doing dude stuff together, is all.”

Brad’s hand had moved up Scott’s thigh and now it was on his crotch, rubbing the hardness inside the jeans. Scott moaned and leaned for another kiss as Bran felt him, moving his hand under his sweater and rubbing up his chest.

“Let’s get back,” Bran suddenly stood up, his sweatpants standing out at his crotch with a raging erection. “I want this to be right.” He pulled Scott up and led him back down the path to the car.

On the way back to campus, neither one of them said a word, but their crotches bulged painfully. The anticipation was electrical. For both of them, this was a first.

Inside the room, Scott and Bran watched each other get naked. They stood in the middle of the room, their cocks erected, and their bodies shaking with lust.

“Shit, Scott,” Bran mumbled as he gazed at Scott’s hard cock, angling up. “That’s one hell of a tool you got, buddy.”

Scott smirked realizing that what he had imagined their cock sizes would be was totally the opposite. His 9-inch thick cock reached above his navel, the knob throbbing and glistening.

Bran reached to grab Scott’s waist and pulled him in. They kissed, their raging cocks pressed on each other, pulsating, alive, filled with lust. Their moans and heat filled the dorm room. Scott kneeled in front of his stud roommate and took him in his mouth. It felt incredible as he looked up to see his friend’s head thrown back, his pecs and abs ripple. He held onto the hairy thighs as he swallowed the shaft, his throat vibrating, fighting back the gag reflex, taking in his buddy’s member.

“Oh, fuck, Scott. Fuck. Oh,” Bran moaned. This was so much better than when his girlfriend went down on him. This was what a real blowjob should feel like. For Scott it was even more erotic, to feel the hardness stretching his face cheeks, the knob pressing on his throat, the throbbing, the bobbing. He slurped and gagged and moaned and almost cried as Bran fed him. When Bran’s thigh muscles went rigid under his clutching hands, Scott knew that he was about to receive his first man load. Sure enough, the squirts hit the back of Scott’s mouth with force. He tried to swallow but the load was so copious that cum seeped out of his mouth, onto his bearded chin, and dribbled down to his smooth chest. Violently, he stroked his cock and spurted ropes of cum showering his own chest and mixing with Bran’s juices, two man loads mingling as two lovers.

Scott and Bran had to wait some time before trying anal sex. But since Bran’s experience with Scott, especially since he was finally able to swallow Scott’s huge cock and take in Scott’s man cum had been so fulfilling, so gratifying, that anal sex was the inevitable next step.

The preparations were excessive since neither young man had ever experienced ass fucking. Scott frequently considered that, as professed non-gays, he and Bran had sucked cock and were preparing for butt-fucking. Both young men, however, did the necessary shopping, which was anxious but fun and filled with both anticipation and apprehension. Anal sex would mark both of them as gay. No more pretending.  This was real hardcore gay sex. This was man cock up man ass, hard and tough and true. Together, they watched gay porn, got on to you-tube to learn techniques, positions. They snickered as they watched video clips of how “to clean” their shutes using a douche.

The whole process seemed so easy when professional actors fucked on screen. Their first trial, however, had been a total botch, ending with Bran jizzing inside Scott’s ass crack after he failed to penetrate the tight virgin ass.

The ass fucking, surprisingly, succeeded when Scott rode Bran’s ass. They decided that doggy was the easiest way although Bran argued about riding on top of Scott, guiding himself down on the huge cock. Scott, however, thought that doggy style would let him ease his way into Bran.

“Fuck,” Bran said as he bent over for Scott, straddling Scott’s crotch. “I feel like a fucking bitch.”

“Maybe, then, we do it my way?” Scott pushed Bran off him. “Get on fours, Bran.”

Scott reached for the special lubricant they had bought. It had some kind of anesthetic to dull the pain. Scott spread the lube liberally on both his cock head and Bran’s hole. Gripping his cock shaft tight, Scott pressed on Bran’s hole, applying some pressure, stretching the ring. He was careful to gauge Bran’s reaction, ready to pull away if things got too painful. Bran gritted his teeth, trying to relax, feeling the initial pain of being ass stretched.

Scott thrust and popped inside the outer ring. Bran grunted.

“You ok, buddy?” Scott whispered, holding Bran’s hips with both hands.

“Fuck! Fuck. Yeah, fuck,” was all Bran could say, reaching back and grabbing onto Scott’s thighs.

Scott nudged, forcing his thick knob to penetrate the inner ring, feeling Bran’s fingernails digging into his thighs. He bent over Bran’s back and licked up and down as Bran moaned and moved his hands to grab Scott’s butt cheeks, pulling them into his ass.

With difficulty, and very slowly, Scott finally managed to bury deep into Bran. He held Bran tight to him and grinded on his firm butt cheeks, licking and nibbling on Bran’s nape and shoulders.

“Scott, you fucking bastard. It’s so big, dude,” Bran moaned, panting but meeting Scott’s grinding by pressing back into Scott’s crotch, feeling Scott’s bush tickle his butt cheeks.

Scott grabbed Bran’s head turning it around and kissed his lips, those lips that he had so ached for, this body that had so turned him on. This was his now. He moaned, almost swooning.

The fucking lasted for ages for both men. Scott took his time. The tightness of Bran’s tunnel around his shaft, the feeling of bare cock inside bare hole, the sliding as the hole stretched to accommodate the girth, the shivering and shaking of bodies, the sweating and the grunts and the groans, the pressing on the small lump which Scott knew was Bran’s sex spot, Bran’s leaking cock, and finally the tensing of muscles and the explosion.

“I’m cumming, Bran,” Scott grunted, buried deep inside his roommate. “I’m going to sperm inside you, dude.”

When eventually Scott pulled out and Bran flipped on his back, both young men were panting and breathing hard. It took Scott a couple of minutes to bring Bran to ejaculation inside his sucking and slurping mouth, his hands caressing Bran’s sweaty chest hair, his nipples, inside his thighs, under his balls, until Bran jettisoned up and high, thick streams of creamy jizz showering both young men.

“We’re so gay,” Scott said, smiling and licking his cum-covered lips.

“Fuck you,” Bran smirked and slapped Scott’s bare butt.

The young roommates held each other tight, kissed, separated and went to their beds, covered and filled with cum and sweat, and fell into the sweetest of dreams and anticipation of hot sweaty nights to come. And so it came to pass that Bran and Scott found in each other his man.