Guys Playing Naked In The Dorm Pt. 01

As soon as I met him, I knew that my roommate, Evan, had the hots for me.

On the day we met, he came right out and told me that he was gay. I think he was fishing around, hoping that I was, too, and he seemed disappointed when he realized that I didn't play for his team!

Six weeks into the semester, Evan and I had become close friends in that way that freshmen roommates away from home for the first time often will. Over that month and a half, I'd noticed him sneaking peaks at me - when I'd come back from the shower wearing just a towel, or when I was getting ready for bed at night. I never made an issue of it; if anything, I found it flattering that he hadn't yet given up hope that I might be interested. It also felt more than a little familiar! I had a lot of gay friends back home, and every one of them had made a pass at least once.

It was as much of a surprise to me as it was to him when I gave Evan a hint that I might be into fooling around...

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We'd both been drinking at an off-campus house party, and before we'd left the party, I'd managed to swipe a pint of rum from the bar, and as we walked back to the dorm I pulled it from my pocket and showed it to Evan. We were both already buzzed from the few beers we'd each drank, but not quite drunk. Evan was excited about the idea of getting his drink on - he confessed that he'd never really been drunk before, and he suggested that we get a few cokes from the vending machines and make a night of it.

When we got back to our dorm room, we got comfortable and sat on my bed, drinking rum and coke from coffee mugs. By the time we made it half-way through the bottle, we were deep in conversation. At one point Evan revealed that even though he knew that he was gay and had no problem letting others know it, he'd never actually gone "all the way" with a guy.

"I was always kind of afraid to try anal," he told me. "I guess I could give it to another guy, but I have no interest in taking it. I guess that seems kind of selfish, so I never even tried to go there."

"For a gay guy, you sure don't know much about gay sex!" I joked.

"What do you know about it? You're straight!"

Evan was well aware that my best friend since childhood was a self-proclaimed "flaming homo", and we'd talked about him a bunch of times, but apparently it hadn't sunk in.

"I was like an honorary member of his little 'gay tribe', and whenever those guys get together all they talk about is sex, so I learned a lot. They'd say that you're a 'top'."

He gave me a blank look in response, so I explained it to him.

"There are 'tops' and there are 'bottoms' - tops like to give it, bottoms like to take it. Then there are 'versatile' tops and bottoms - they prefer one or the other, but they'll switch it up sometimes. And then there are 'selfish' tops, who only fuck and won't do anything else, and there are 'greedy' bottoms who take anything. And there's 'power' bottoms and 'total' bottoms and 'greedy' tops and 'total' tops. Every gay guy is different. I can't believe you don't know any of this stuff!"

"I can't believe you know so much about it!" Evan finished up his drink and sat up a little straighter before asking, "So have you ever been with any of those guys?"

"No," I laughed as I poured us another round. "I think every single one of them made a move on me at some point, but I was never interested. My friend even tried to hook up with me when we were in high school."

"No way!"

"Oh, yeah. A few months after he came out, we were watching a movie in my room, and he tried to kiss me. I pushed him away and got all embarrassed and apologetic. He told me he had to give it a shot, and I couldn't really hold that against him."

Evan laughed. "Maybe that was the problem - you wouldn't 'hold it against him'!"

It was probably the booze, but that terrible pun made me laugh so hard that I almost dropped my coffee-mug cocktail.

Once I recovered my composure, I told Evan something I'd never told anyone, not even my gay friend.

"To tell you the truth, it wasn't that I had no interest in being with another guy. It was him - he's practically my brother. Hooking up with him would have been too weird. I would have acted the same way if a girl that I'd known all my life had tried to kiss me. So it wasn't that it was a guy, but that it was him."

"So you would have done it if it was some other guy?"

"Right in that moment, I think I would have. And that wasn't the last time that a guy tried to start something with me. I guess there was just never the right combination of factors - I always had a girlfriend, or thought the guy was gross, or was scared to just go for it."

"Well, you don't have a girlfriend now. And I'm not gross..."

There it was. We were both getting tipsy, and things were going into an area that I didn't really want to visit. But there we were. I took a long drink from my mug and made up my mind.

"No, Evan, you're definitely not gross. You're actually just the opposite." I looked him right in the eye and put my hand on his knee. "I guess... if you wanted to try some stuff... I wouldn't say no."

I lightly squeezed his knee, and a big grin took over his whole face.

"What kind of stuff did you have in mind?" he asked.

I finished off my drink and said, "Let's find out," and slid my hand up his thigh and onto his crotch. The outline of his hard cock was visible through his jeans where it laid against his leg, and I ran my fingers over it.

"Holy shit," he said. "Is this really gonna happen?!?"

I told him to shut up and leaned in to kiss him. He wasn't ready for it, so it took him a second to respond. When he did, he jammed his tongue into my mouth and leaned in too fast, banging his teeth into mine.

"Slow down there, tiger," I told him. "Let's not get crazy".

He took a deep breath and that seemed to relax him a little. I kissed him again, and this time he took it slower.

It was the first time I'd kissed another man, and the kiss itself wasn't that different from kissing a girl, except for the little bit of stubble I felt as I sucked on his lower lip. After that initial stubble-shock, kissing him felt completely natural. He tasted like rum, and once he settled down, he was a sensitive and passionate kisser.

My hand had been resting on his hard dick as we'd kissed. Eventually he put his hand on top of mine and moved it along the soft denim of his jeans. My fingers traveled along the length of his shaft, and when I arrived at the distinctive ridge of his cockhead, I suddenly realized what I was doing and jerked my hand away.

I jumped up from the edge of the bed where we'd been sitting and looked back at him. It was rude, in retrospect, but in the moment I was honestly freaked out, and that had led to a moment of hesitation.

"What's wrong?" Evan asked me, and the look of concern on his face was touching. He wasn't pissed off or upset or thinking that I had teased him, but instead he seemed genuinely worried that there was something wrong.

"I just stroked your cock," I blurted out.

"Yeah, and it felt great." He stood up and moved in close. "Let's have another drink."

He kissed me really softly and gave my bicep a gentle squeeze, then stepped away and poured me another rum and coke. I took a calming sip as he made a drink for himself, and I actually found myself checking him out.

The room was dark, lit just by a desk lamp in the corner. The light put him in silhouette, and I noticed for the first time what good shape he was in. He stood just a bit taller than me at about six feet tall, and he had broad, wide shoulders and a thick chest that tapered down to his slim waist. He wore a short-sleeve button-down shirt, and his biceps and forearms rippled smoothly as he popped open the coke can and poured it into his coffee mug. His face was mostly turned away from me, but I could still make out the ridges of his strong jaw line and smooth cheekbones.

I felt a twitch in my pants, and as I took another sip from my drink, my penis finally woke up for the first time that night. By the time Evan turned back toward me and took a sip from his own cup, my cock was fully erect and my face felt flushed.

I stepped over to him and put my hands on his shoulders, then ran my fingers down those strong arms. He smiled and lifted the cup to his lips, took a drink, then lowered the cup to the desk, flexing his right arm against my hand. I leaned in and kissed him as I slid my hands along his arms and down to the waistband of his jeans, then to his zipper. I unzipped it and put my hand inside the opening to feel the outline of his cock through the cotton of his white briefs.

He loosened his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. They fell to the floor and pooled around his ankles as I ran my hand along the surprising length of his erection. We were still gently kissing when he put his hands on my shoulders and gently pressed down on them.

Once I was on my knees, I could clearly see the bulging outline of his cock and balls through the white fabric of his tight briefs. I put a hand on each of his hips and slid my fingers into the elastic waistband, then slid them down his legs and onto the floor. As his boner was freed it stood straight out from his closely trimmed pubes, and his smooth, shaved ball sack hung loosely between his thighs. I wrapped my left hand around the base of his shaft and licked a drop of shiny pre-cum from the tip, then wrapped my lips around the whole bulbous tip. I ran my tongue around the ridge of his throbbing head and twisted my hand around the shaft. I sucked on it gently, then slid my mouth further down the veiny shaft. I still had my left hand gripped around the shaft of his dick, and the length that remained exposed was all that I could fit in my mouth. I began jerking him with my left hand while I moved my mouth up and down as much of it as I could take without gagging.

Evan was moaning softly as I sucked and stroked him. The sensation of another guy's hard dick in my mouth was weird, but I quickly got into a rhythm, and before long I was able to take about half of his length into my mouth. I was afraid to go any deeper for fear of choking on it, so I did my best to suck as much of his cock as I could. I made sure to play with his balls - that was something that turned me on when I got a blowjob - and I took a break from working his cock to suck on his balls. I took one of them between my lips and sucked it into my mouth, rolled it around gently with my tongue, then slowly pulled back before repeating the same maneuver on his other nut.

After a few minutes of sucking on his sack, Evan lifted my chin with his hand and looked down at me.

"Your turn," he said, and when I stood up he playfully shoved me up against the wall. I was still fully dressed at that point, and after he pulled my t-shirt over my head he kissed me deeply and ran his hands across my bare chest. I undid my pants and let them fall as Evan went to his knees and pushed my boxers down to the floor.

He stroked the length of my dick with one hand and used the other to work the base of my shaft with a smooth, twisting motion. He focused on the head of my throbbing cock for a few minutes, and his inattention to the rest of my dick drove me pleasantly crazy! Eventually he switched gears and began to suck my balls, but he continued to stroke the whole length of my cock as he took my whole nut sack into his warm, wet mouth.

It was already the best blowjob I'd ever had, and he was just getting started.

He stood up and took my hand to lead me over to the bed. He pushed me down onto it and then pulled my legs towards him until my ass was right at the edge of the mattress. Then he got to his knees and lifted my legs up a bit as he swallowed my entire cock. His nose was pressed against my pubes and he twisted his head around my shaft, working it with his tongue and using the back of his throat to apply a pulsating, rhythmic pressure against the swollen head as he deepthroated me. No girl had ever done anything like that to my cock -- all of the girls I'd been with seemed to consider sucking the tip while they jerked me off a "blowjob," so this was an amazing new experience.

I was grunting like an animal and running my fingers through his hair as his hands moved to my balls. He roughly massaged them in his cupped hand and used his thumb to rub my taint. The pressure of his finger against that spot between my balls and my asshole seemed to travel right through me, and my toes curled as my cock became impossibly harder in his throat.

My mind flashed back to the exchange that started us down this road in the first place, and I told Evan, "Put your finger in my ass."

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To be continued!