This story was from my freshman year of college. New England area, state college. I have written some other stories about my experiences, Justin, Nick, Taylor, and I like the fact other people can enjoy my experiences with me years later. Enjoy!
I shared a double room with my best friend growing up, Mike. He wasn't an athlete at all and didn't really care for any sports, but we had been friends since we were 5 years old and got along great. We looked out for each other and protected each other, we just knew each other so well that we didn't need to talk about things. These things were necessary when starting college, uncharted territory for both of us, but at least we had each other's backs if something happened. I was not the confident, strong headed person I was later on, so my first experience with a guy freshman year was kinda scary for me and the guy I met. He ended up being another freshman moving in the same dorm, but not the same suite. It was like a whirlwind the first week in college; meeting new people, figuring out classes, buying books etc. I had only a few experiences with guys in highschool, and they were awkward and at times, weird...but college comes along and I guess it was tabula rasa now. (Blank slate to save you the google search.) No one knew me, I was going to play hockey in the winter, but hadn't met any of the team yet. I had an orientation with other players before I started, but not really getting to know each other. So for now, it was me and Mike getting our shit together. And no, I never fooled around with him, and never thought about it. I was 5 months older and he always looked at me like a big brother type, although I looked at him the same way sometimes. It was, and still is an unbreakable bond between us...nice to know you have someone in your life you can always rely on to be there, and that was him for me, and me for him. We set the room up, parents left, and we went exploring.
Nothing much happened the first day, we met our suitemates, nothing special. Mike knew one other person going to our school and invited him with us to dinner, I had never met him. He grew up in the town over, and was a friend of his cousin, so I thought it was cool we knew at least one other person here the first day. I should mention, I was looking for something, anything at this point. I broke up with my girlfriend from highschool because she ended up going to Penn State, and at 18 in a new surrounding, I wasn't going to indulge the long distance thing. So guy or girl, I was after it, and lucky me I ended up finding both, but this story will only focus on the guy. So we got to the cafe on campus for dinner and looked around for our dinner partner, I had no idea who to look for, and I don't think Mike really remembered his face too well either. So we just ate, looking around the whole time and seeing no one making an effort to find us. I got up to get a second plate and another soda when a kid came walking over to me.
Kid: Are you Mike?
Me: No, are you looking for a Mike?
Kid: Yea, I was supposed to meet him and friend for dinner.
Me: Ahhh, thats us dude, we are sitting right over there, I'm gonna grab another plate, head over, I'll be right over.
He went over to our table and I looked over to see Mike and him chatting and laughing, probably because we were 10 feet apart for 30 mins and couldn't find each other. I thought, shit, I didn't get his name or introduce myself or anyting. Fuck. I walked back over to the table and sat down.
Me: Sorry, I'm Brandon, didn't mean to be an asshole.
Kid: No problem, I'm Kenny.
Me: Nice to meet you, we are in the same dorm I think?
Kenny: Yea, I'm 2 floors above you.
Ok so about Kenny. Slight in frame, but broad shoulders. Maybe 5'6" or so and 130 pounds if I had to guess. I was 6 foot, so he was a bit shorter than me. He was adopted from birth, his dad was peruvian and his mother I guess was "white". He never knew his mother so he didn't know exactly what other nationalities he was. Black hair, cut short, but it had a natural combed look to it without any styling gel. Big brown eyes and a huge white toothy smile. A really attractive kid, and he always seemed like he had a permanent smile on his face. If it was a hands down contest of the most attractive guy I ever fooled around with, Kenny would win, but maybe that was because I was young and was a little taken by him. His voice was always peppered with laughter when he spoke, and he took nothing very seriously. Pretty much the way everyone would want to go through life, he wore his rose colored glasses all time I guess. It was refreshing to be near a kid so free spirted, because Mike and I were still getting used to the college scene; Kenny just didn't seem to care, and nothing bothered him. So we invited him and whoever he wanted to bring back to our room after dinner to get to know each other. He said he would be there, and we told him come by around 8 or so. Mike and I finished unpacking everything and thankfully, my dad helped me smuggle some booze in. Mike had brought some beers in, so we were ready for a party I guess. Our dorm phone rang and it was Mike's parents. His sister was going into labor and he was going to be an uncle. He was happy and pissed at the same time, but left to drive back home to meet his new nephew. So I was the single host of the whatever we had going party wise now. Internet was slow back then, this was 1998 or so, so I tried to download some music before the party, only ended up getting 2 songs before they arrived haha. It was Kenny and two girls. Two were hot, and one was not. Of course I mean Kenny and one of the girls were hot, the other was...ehhh. So I tried to impress them playing music on my PC, and they were....until they realized I only had two songs to play. I hadn't brought my cd's or anything yet, my dad was coming the next day with another load of stuff for the room, Mike and I only moved in the essentials the first day. I got some beers out of the fridge and we started talking. I was wondering who these girls were. Kenny got up to use the bathroom, I took this as an opportunity to find out some info.
Me: So, you guys in our dorm too? My name is Brandon, nice to meet you.
Hot Girl: Hi, I'm Caitlin, and this is Kelly.
Me: How do you know Kenny?
Caitlin: Oh I don't really know him. We live across the hall from his suite and we met earlier, he asked me if I wanted to come over here and hang out. We have to leave soon though and finish setting up the room.
Me: Oh, cool. Nice to meet you.
She smiled at me, and I asked where exactly in the dorm she lived. We exchanged dorm extensions and she got up to leave right when Kenny came back. He had been gone for almost a 1/2 hour. Must have been a rough piss I thought. Girls said goodbye and Kenny sat down next to me at the computer.
Kenny: Sorry about that, I went back up to the room to get some music.
Me: No problem man.
He had a ton of energy, but I found out later he was easy to shut off. He was horrible at handling alcohol. Not that I was 1st class at 18, but he was just a fucking mess after 3-4 drinks.
Me: You want a beer?..or I brought some hard stuff we can mix with coke?
Kenny: Yea, the hard stuff...can we download more music on this thing?
Me: Yea, takes awhile though, might want to pop in one of your CDs.
So he did, and apparently he was a big rap fan. Busta Woo Hah was the first song, I didn't care though, I like all music as long as it fits the moment. We just sat there together exploring the internet, waiting a lot of course, but he had no experience with computers. So he switched CDs, Biggie had just come out with his new album and we started playing it.
Kenny: This shit is dope, you are gonna fucking love it!
Wow, he was getting drunk quick...and yes I loved it, I have no problem with good rap, and back then it was good for the mood. He started grabbing my shoulder and trying to rock me with him to the music. I was wondering what the fuck was happening. I mean I never expected anything to happen my first night at school and I don't think he was gay or anything, but if he was comfortable with grabbing a guy's shoulder he just met, then who knows. So we listened to half the album and he had to take a piss. He stood up and could barely keep himself up. I was an amateur dealing with situations like this so I grabbed him and helped him into the bathroom. I moved him into the large bathroom toilet and closed the door behind us. He was shitfaced and smiling at me.
Me: You gonna piss?
Kenny: Maybe haha...help please (he mumbled).
He was fumbling at his jeans and seemed to be way beyond being able to do anything by himself. To this day, I have never met a kid that can handle his booze worse than Kenny. He started pissing everywhere so I reach down and held his dick and aimed it at the toilet. He was uncircumsized, first one I had ever touched in real life. Not very big, in fact pretty small, but he might be a grower. I thought, what the hell, I need to piss too, so I whipped out my dick with my other hand and we shared a pissing moment haha. His eyes were glazed over and I don't think he knew what was going on. I shook both our dicks after and zipped up. I helped him stuff his shit back in and looked at him. I made my first move in college, I was drunk and he was shitfaced. I turned his head and kissed him, surprisingly he opened his mouth and we made out a little in the toilet stall. We backed off and he was smiling, I don't think he even knew what was going on, and I didn't either. We went back to my room and he just collapsed on the bed. I was feeling really shitty too, but still wanted to take a chance if I could. He hadn't passed out yet and was still chatting.
Me: You wanna do something?
Kenny: hahah, sure, whatever, what are we doing? (he was really drunk and so was I)
I got into bed with him, we both still had our clothes on and I tried to make out and fool around with him but we both ended up passing out. I don't think he knew what I meant when I said "do something", and to be honest, I didn't really know either. Although he was terrible with dealing with alcohol, he was fresh and bright eyed every morning like nothing happened, never had a hangover. I still beat him in waking up, its always been my thing getting up early, and I rose up a little to look at him. I was trying to remember what we did last night, I remembered that we had done nothing. So I got up and showered, I put some music on while I was gone, hopefully it would wake him up. I was thinking about a lot of things in the shower, nervous he would remember last night and think I took advantage of him. To be honest, I was as close to shitfaced as he was the night before, so although I remembered the night, I didn't remember much of the details of what happened. I came back to the room and he was up and looking up stuff on my computer.
Kenny: Hey Brandon, I was trying to download more music, how do I find it?
Me: I'll show you, let me get dressed.
So I dropped my towel with my back to him. I was still a little modest at that age, so I wasn't giving him a show or anything. I saw him looking at my ass in the mirror on my dresser, probably just curious I guess. Even straight guys (if he was) like to check out other guys, see what is going on and compare, nothing wrong with that. So I got dressed and started to turn around, his head snapped back to the screen, and gave a look like he was searching for something important. I showed him how I got music back then, it was napster I think, early file sharing stuff, but it took forever to download. So we put a couple songs we wanted in the download queue, and went to breakfast, they would be done hopefully by the time we got back. We talked a little, nothing about the night before, so I don't thing he remembered. He had to go to his room after and we made plans to hang out again that night. We left breakfast and I did some final touches on the room, I talked to Mike and he would be gone until at least the next day. I congratulated him on being an uncle, and said we would have a drink to celebrate when he got back. I headed to the gym to work out a little, and just see what it had to offer. I didn't know anyone there so I just did my thing for an hour and then headed back to my room. I had ended up downloading a good number of songs by late afternoon, so that was good. I heard a knock on the door, and thought its too early for Kenny to stop by. I opened the door.
Caitlin: Hey!, Thought I would stop by and say hello.
Me: Cool, umm, I was about to shower, I just got back from working out, if you want come by a little later, Kenny and I are gonna hang out.
Caitlin: Thanks, but I think I would like it better if you and I just hung out.
I got the message. I told her we could set something up and I turned to close the door with her leaving. She grabbed the back of my head and kissed me. So that was that. Like I said, I was looking for anything, but Kenny was my goal for now. She was hot, and I wanted to slam her, but I wanted something with Kenny first in my mind; my 18 year old mind that had no idea what it was doing. Hours went by, I showered and hung out with some other guys in the suite, nothing big happened. I went to dinner before he was coming over and just kinda stared off in the distance thinking. I got back around 7pm and almost immediately Kenny walked in behind me (I left my door open).
Kenny: Hey dude, lets get this thing started!
Me: Absolutley.
So I was doing ok for my first few days. I had a girl interested in me, and a guy I was interested in. I never did get to see his body the night before, but I assumed he was pretty fit. He had a tight shirt on and jean shorts and it showed off his chest definition really well. I had made plans to hang out with Caitlin the next day at breakfast and plan something more, but again, the story isn't about her. So Kenny and I listened to the music I had downloaded during the day and started to chat about different stuff. He must have been a clown in high school, because he made jokes and laughed a lot at the questions I was asking. Maybe he was nervous around new people, I don't know, but if he was he fooled me. I knew one other guy close to him in personality, but still they were very different. Kenny just didn't let anything bother him and opened up to whatever his college experience gave him. I was surprised he didn't seem to care he slept over here the last night, and he didn't mention it either. Its difficult trying to be in my 18 year old frame of mind while I write this at 35 years old. I overjustify and make it seem like I had a plan and was in control, but thats not the way it went, so forgive me. Things just happened, maybe I helped things happen, but I had no idea what I was doing. I say that a lot in my stories, but I say that because it is true. In real life, away from fantasy fiction, 18 year old freshmen in college have no idea what they are doing, and if they act like they do, they are either faking it (like I was), or had some delusional false sense of acceptance which always eventually showed. Or, it was a kid like Kenny, who just didn't care. Those were the best kind, he had no idea what to expect and he never planned ahead for anything, just drifted along. I was glad we became friends early into our college experience. The night went on, listening to music and learning about each other. He was having problems with drinking again.
Me: You ok Kenny? Maybe slow down a little bit. (It was only 10pm)
Kenny: I'm fine! (drunk)
I liked to stare at his face when he talked. He was extremely handsome, I don't think he even knew how attractive he was. His interracial background came together in the best ways possible I guess, jaw line, eyes, everything. I was getting extremely hot inside and wanted to try something. Took a little bit of time to convince myself to do it though, I had almost no confidence in my first real attempt with a guy in college. I say "real attempt" because I don't count the night before in the bathroom; neither one of us remembered much of what had happened. I was just hoping his dick was looking for whatever it could get like mine was. The bathroom would end up being my good luck spot with him for the first few meetings. I got up to go the bathroom and he said he needed to go as well. He was stumbling a little bit, not as bad as the night before, but he was drunk. I helped him down the hall and back into the large stall. I closed the door and thought, this was my chance. I had a really good buzz going and I was extremely excited and scared about what would happen next. He never had a problem pissing with me, next to each other, and I sure as shit didn't either. He started pissing, and his aim was better than the night before, but I grabbed his dick anyway and helped him. He didn't seem to mind. I grabbed his hand and put it on my dick and told him to aim it for me. He used my dick as a firehose and was laughing as he aimed it on the walls and floor. I laughed a little too and started to slowly squeeze his dick and jerk him a little.
Kenny: hahah I'm getting hard!
I grabbed his hand and started to move his hand up and down my dick too, he didn't seem to mind again. We didn't say a word and just jerked each other off in a college suite bathroom. I sat down on the urinal and grabbed his waist to move him over. I took his dick in my mouth and started to suck him. Not my plan at all, just happened...I wanted to do it and he didn't resist. He told me to stop so I did. He said he was going to cum soon. I didn't understand what he meant, isn't that the point?
Me: Sorry I guess, I thought you would like it.
Kenny: It was great! hahaha (I still don't think he understood what was going on)
He was drunk, but not blackout shitfaced, I don't think he really understood what we were doing. I don't think he ever did really to be honest. We went back to my room and continued our night drinking and music. I wasn't done though, I was really confused about what happened and how he understood it. I think he took it more like a college prank thing and just fooling around, but I was much more serious about the whole thing. Not serious in the fact I wanted to date him or anything, but serious in the fact that I wanted the whole package, not just 5 mins in a bathroom.
Me: Want me to help you upstairs back to your room?
Kenny: No, I'll stay here, I can't walk dude haha.
Jesus what was this kid up to. I think I made a bad read on him, but I would give it one more shot before we went to sleep. I took a long sip of my drink and mustered up the confidence.
Me: Want to finish what we did in the bathroom?
Kenny: haha, sure, what did we do?
I was getting impatient and rather than explain it to him, I was going to show him. My roommate would be back the next day, and who knows when I had the room to myself again. People blame alcohol for creating lots of problems in life, but it also creates 90% of gay hookups in college, I have no doubt of that having lived it many times. I'm sure some of the guys reading this disagree with me, and have great stories about meeting guys at class and hitting it off, or making a friend early on freshman year and you both had the same intentions of meeting another guy. But I think the majority of guys that hooked up with another guy lived a similar situation to mine. Alcohol might give you false confidence, but its better than no confidence. Anyway, I got up and sat down next to him on my bed and asked him if he was tired.
Kenny: Not really, I think I'll let nature take its course on sleeping. (He smiled)
I guess he meant whenever he passed out. I didn't want to molest him or anything while he was sleeping, so if we were going to do anything it had to be now. I was still scared and I could feel my stomach churning. Looking back, I don't know what I was afraid of, but I was afraid that night. So my first real chance I took on a guy happened. I put my hand on his leg and rubbed up and down, heading further up toward his dick. He didn't do anything. I opened his fly and put my hand in, just feeling around at whatever I could find.
Me: You like this?
Kenny: Yea.
I didn't know if he did or was just off in his little world, but he never told me to stop or actually say anything for that matter. I grabbed his drink out of his hand and put it down on the desk in front of us. I opened my fly and put his hand inside, I think he got the idea now. We did some sloppy rubbing of each others guy parts for a little bit. I wanted to make out with him, but I was a little nervous on that. This was still just two guys jerking each other which wasn't "normal" for some people, but I had some experience with it in high school and knew this part of it. He was looking straight ahead sitting next to me on the bed with his eyes half closed. I don't if he was getting sleepy or liking the feeling of my jerking him off. The last time I had his dick in my mouth he thought it was a joke, this wasn't a joke and I think he understood that. I got down off the bed and jerked myself while I laid him back and started to suck him. I had never swallowed cum before, but I had made up my mind tonight was going to be my first. I didn't need cum all over my bed and rug, I didn't want to explain things later or wash my comforter the next morning either. I was bobbing up and down pretty good, I was still an amateur at cocksucking, but I don't think it matter for Kenny. I figured out quick that he wasn't sleepy, he was really enjoying what was happening. Half way through I was having second thoughts, god only knows why. I already had his dick in my mouth, I had no idea why I said what I did. I rose up off him and asked:
Me: Is this ok?
Kenny: Yes.
Me: You sure?
Kenny: Yes, keep going.
He was really blunt now, but his words reassured me. Like I said before, he wasn't that big at all, but plenty for me to explore. I tried different things I never did before, licking his balls a little, jerking him a little while I had my mouth just on his tip. I had to stop jerking myself, I was going to blow a load all over the floor if I kept up. I wanted to see if he was at least interested in giving me some action. He lasted about 8 mins total before his ass came off the bed and he started shooting. He held my head down on his dick, probably just instinct for him, and I swallowed my first cumshot. I forget what it tasted like back then in my 18yr old mind, because now I just know it tasted like cum :). He stayed on his back on the bed and I put his underwear back on. I had to see if he was interested in returning the favor or at least finishing me with his hand. He moved around so he was laying lengthwise on the bed, so I took my dick out of my boxers and stood next to the bed. He looked over and smiled.
Kenny: Whats up with that thing? It looks happy haha
Me: haha yea
I was thinking "not happy enough". I moved closer to him and he reached out and fondled my balls a little bit. I got more bold and put my dickhead right in his face. God, open up please I was praying, just make this happen tonight. He just stared at it for a few mins while he started to stroke me, I had almost given up hope when he pulled me closer and eventually put my head in his mouth. I lasted about 30 secs and started to cum. I should have warned him, that was my fault. He coughed a little bit and cum was spewing out the sides of his mouth. I don't know if he swallowed any because my bed looked like 10 guys blew on it now. I told him to get up and changed my top sheet. Thankfully I had time to clean the room before my roommate got back the next day, the room and bed smelled like cum. I threw him on the bed and tried to make out a little. He was fading, but returned a few kisses before falling asleep.
I'll write some more about Kenny and I. Feel free to comment, I'm trying (again) to make this story as close to what happened. I guess getting an erection while writing it is a good sign.