What can I say, it was 9:00 pm on a Friday night and nothing was happening. All my straight friends were out on a date and here I sat in the dorm alone. I'd had the computer on. Chatting on two different gay sites and getting the usual how big are you, or asl (age sex location). What a drag.
Then suddenly up pops a picture of the most drop dead gorgeous man I had every seen. With a profile no less. Not the usual no face pic, no response; but a really definite description of who he was and what he wanted.
I'm Marty, 20 years old and a second semester senior at this medium sized college in Kentucky. Not a native but certainly comfortable in my newly adopted home. Deep in the hills of Appalachia, it just suited my nature. I'd actually started to have a natural drawl like many of the southerners surrounding me.
So that you can picture me a bit better, I'm 6' 1" and weigh in at a health 200 lbs., short brown hair and the beginning of a fairly hairy body. I guess you'd say the cub variety of a young gay man. I'd had my share of experiences in middle and high school. Starting out with the usual show me yours and I'll show you mine and then graduating to the occasional sucking and fucking.
By the time I was in college I knew I was gay, but was still so hidden in the closet not a soul around me knew, or at least I though so. My freshman year was an odd one. I kept bouncing from room to room in the dormitory. Overcrowding was the tale of woe when I arrived. To accommodate the largest class of freshman ever in the history of the school they had put bunk beds into the rooms so instead of accommodating two guys, there were three. By the end of the first week of school the usual number of cry-babies had left. Home sick for mommy I guess. I found a new room mate and we were down to two in a room. Like a lot of closet queers I had my favorite set of posters posted in the room. And being just a bit naive, really had never though of them as being gay posters. Well apparently everyone else in the dorm picked up on the clues.
On the first night of my move, there must have been a dozen guys come into the room and shake my hand. Welcoming me to the new floor. My new roomie was an upperclassman, and resident assistant. I just thought that these were friendly guys, coming to meet me. It wasn't until much later I found out they were all coming to see the resident queer. What a laugh. If they had only know what was really about to take place in room 1003 they would have been shocked.
About two weeks later, on a rainy Sunday afternoon, I was laying down in the bed, half asleep, listening to a ball game on the radio. My roomie Jimmy came in and shut the door. The next thing I know he's laying in bed with me. I just laugh and think to my self, if you want this bed, I'll get in yours buddy.
Yet for some reason I didn't get up. I just laid there, and then he rolled over -- closer to me. Now I realized he has a woody in his pants. I'm just laying there in my boxers and started to grow just a little harder too. Then all of a sudden he rolls not beside me, but on top of me.
Jimmy starts grinding his dick into mine. Boy oh boy what an amazing feeling that was. Then he whispers into my ear, Do you feel the same way I do?
What can I say, Hell yes!
We totally undress and start kissing each other. First just kissing, then French kissing. Putting our tongs deep into each others mouth. We are hugging and kissing and sweating like pigs in heat. (Well I guess we were).
I am getting into this. What a hot man Jimmy is. I had no idea he was gay, but obviously he had me figured out from the start. We reversed position and started sucking each others dicks. In the 69 position I could taste ever bit of him. The man smell from his body was driving me wild. I had the hots for him that afternoon.
In just a few minutes he was shaking just as I was. This man who was three years older than me. This man who had the most amazing face in the world. A man with a full head of red hair. A man who just made me smile was giving me the most spectacular blow job of my life.
All of his 7 inch cock was in my mouth. I could feel his balls grinding against my chin. Digging deeper and deeper I could almost taste what was about to happen. The shakes, the shutters, the moans were growing faster and louder. In just a moment I knew the outcome.
And out it came. One blast, two blasts, three blasts, and then a final blast and it was over. Well actually it was not over. Because what took place that Sunday afternoon was just the beginning of a year's worth of joy.
And why was I happy to see somebody pop up in the chat room on that lonely Friday night? Why it was Jimmy of course. He'd graduated and moved to Virginia for his first job, but that did not mean we never talked or got together again.
Tonight was not going to be too bad after all. Some virtual sex is better than no sex.
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