The Perfect Fit

Ben had hoped college would be a fresh start. High school had left its share of painful memories. All the effort Ben had made to fit in--top of the class for GPA, captain of the wrestling team--but through it all, none of it shook loose the fact he was short. And of course, all of the taller guys pointed it out every chance they got. Friendly ribbing, but it still got to him, even if he'd never admit to them. But at least those guys weren't around, now that he was off to college out of state.

He didn't bring much with him, all of his belongings fitting in a couple of boxes and one large luggage. And the dorm room was small, but at least in this cramped space, he called the shots. Or at least for half of the cramped space; his roommate still had a say for his part. Whenever he'd get there.

Ben claimed a side of the room and began unpacking. A sense of belonging took root as he choose where to put each item, until the lock clicked and the door swung open.

Oh shit. Ben stomach plunged as soon as he saw his roommate. Cam was an echo of all those boys from high school. Thick forearms with a dusting of blond hair grasped a cardboard box. A muscle t-shirt with the sides cut open, hinting at a thick chest and tapered torso. Stubble framed a smug grin.

And he was tall. Oh shit.

Cam nodded a greeting. "'Sup."

"You must be Cam," Ben said, bracing himself for whatever snide joke Cam had in store.

Cam pointed at the bare half of the room. "That mine?"

"Yeah."

"Sweet."

Thankfully, the snide jokes never came. They each unpacked their respective halves of the room, filling the time with stifled small talk, around where they're from, what sports they played. Cam took interest in Ben's wrestling. They settled into a comfortable rhythm with each other.

"Remind me never to pick a fight with you."

Ben scoffed. "I'm sure you'd hold your own against me. And then some."

Unpacking took them into the evening. By the time they finished, the room looked every bit a dorm. Both of them took a look around and admired their work.

"So what do you feel like doing now?" Ben said. "I heard some of the other guys on the floor were going to the bars tonight."

"Nah," Cam said. "Honestly I'm not much of a bar guy."

Ben shrugged. "That's cool. We can stay in. Watch some TV."

"Sure."

They both sat on Cam's bed since it had the best view of the screen. Cam sat strangely close, their shoulders rubbing against each other. But Ben figured it was to see the show better.

"Have you had a lot luck with girls?" Cam said.

"I don't know about a lot," Ben said. "Couple of times I guess. Didn't get that far though."

"Me neither."

Ben raised an eyebrow. "Really? I'm surprised. You seem like someone who'd get a lot of attention."

"Nah. Too introverted. How do you get past the awkwardness?"

"I don't know. It just happens. You don't even have to talk about it. You just know they want it."

Their attention returned to the show. Cam leaned further against Ben. And before Ben even realized it, Cam's hand made its way along the inside of his thigh. When Ben finally caught on, he lurched back.

"What are you doing?" Ben said.

Cam winced. "I'm sorry. So sorry. Ugh. I feel terrible." He paused before continuing. "It's just...it's something I've always wanted to try but never got the chance to do in high school. The other boys would have skinned me alive if they got even a hint of it. But I figured going to college was like a redo. You know?"

As startled as Ben was, he couldn't disagree at least with the logic. He eased back. "Yeah. I get what you mean."

Cam ran his hand along Ben's chest. "When you mentioned you were on the wrestling team, it really got me curious. I can just imagine what it's like under your shirt." He leaned in and kissed Ben. And to Ben's surprise, he kissed him back.

Their mouths explored each other. Tongues flicked around each other. Lips ran along their necks. Cam's curiosity grew contagious to Ben as well. Ben slid his hand up Cam's torso, slipping inside one of the cut-off sides, roaming across Cam's chest. He stopped only when Cam pulled at Ben's shirt, exposing his taut frame, chiseled muscles conditioned from hours of training.

Cam's mouth moved down from Ben's neck to his chest, finding his way to one of Ben's nipples. As his tongue circled, Ben let out a gasp.

"Never had you nipples sucked?" Cam said.

Ben shook his head.

Cam gently pushed Ben to lay on the mattress, then worked to take off his pants and underwear. Ben's cock sprang free. With great sensitivity, his fingers stroked up Ben's balls and wrapped around his thickening shaft. He knelt in front of Ben while taking off his own pants. As he stroked his own cock, Cam's mouth engulfed Ben's dick. His head bobbed as he slurped and licked the length of the shaft.

Ben moaned from the waves of pleasure. He closed his eyes while Cam worked on his cock, slathering on a layer of lube and spit. Then Cam climbed on top of Ben, their cocks rubbing together. Pre-cum oozed from Ben's tip, the hardness against each other unlike anything he ever experienced before. He reached up, pulled back Cam's cut-off shirt and licked his nipple.

"Ah, fuck," Cam murmured.

As if they choreographed it, they pivoted to switch positions, with Cam laying on his back and Ben on top. Their cocks still lined up next to each other while Cam pulled off his shirt. His thighs went upward and wrapped around Ben.

"Put it in me," Cam said.

Ben pulled back and maneuvered the tip of his cock against Cam's ass. Slowly, he pushed his way inside, his hips pressed against Cam's legs. Cam gasped, his face tightened with intense pleasure as Ben pulled back and pushed his way deeper. Cam's toes curled.

And with the difference in their heights, Ben only reached up to Cam's chest. As much as he wanted to kiss him, his mouth was out of range. Instead, Ben went for Cam's chest, sucking his nipples, flicking his tongue against the hardened circle. He braced one hand against the bed while the other squeezed around Cam's hard cock. Ben timed each thrust with each stroke, and each lick. Cam moaned uncontrollably from all the stimulation.

"Oh, fuck," Cam whispered.

Cam's cock throbbed in Ben's grip. Cum pulsed out, smeared between their writhing bodies, between Ben's fingers. As Cam's moans crested, it echoed in Ben, too. His cock swelled inside Cam as waves of cum slipped into the tightening hole.

"I can feel it in me," Cam said, "so warm. All your pulses."

Ben bucked and shivered from head to toe. The waves kept coming. His body seized up, then relaxed in a sweaty heap on top of Cam. Their breaths moved in sync.

"Well, here's to fresh starts," Cam said.

"To fresh starts," Ben said.