Disclaimer: The following is a story of a homosexual nature and is sexually explicit. Please do not read if you are a minor or if it is illegal where you live to do so. Remember to think smart to play smart. Use protection. In today's story, a college freshman meets his new roommate, a student from Japan. They become fast friends and more. If this sounds like something you wish to read, be my guest and read. If it is not, go back and look for another story to read.
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===== Majoring in Japanese
The end of summer greeted me before I was knew it. It seemed like yesterday I was walking across the stage when I was awarded my high school diploma. Now, I was on my way to Mueller University in the town of Bismarck. One chapter had ended and a new one was starting. I was looking forward to meeting new people and experiencing new things.
"Name?" I answered, "Javier Rivera." In front of me was a guy who was a few years older than me. His eyes roamed over the clipboard and said, "Check. You're in Room 221. Here's your room key, resident packet, and a map of Sullivan Hall." He drew two lines with a pen from the lobby where we were to my room. "You can take the glass doors behind us and walk along the path to get to Section 2. You could also remain in the building and take those double doors on the left and then take the doors at the end of the student lounge to get there also. You can't miss it. Have a car?" I nodded. He said, "In that envelope, there is a form for a parking permit. Fill it out, sign and date. Bring it back here to Emily today if possible and certainly by the end of the week along with the other paperwork in that envelope. Say high Em." A young woman at the end of the table gave a thumb up while she was assisting other new residents. She didn't even look up. "Have any questions?" I couldn't think of any and showed my indecision. He said, "There's a pamphlet in there that answers some questions. We have a meet and greet in the lounge tonight at 8pm. If any come to mind, bring them along. We'll also be collecting the forms if you finish them between now and then. My name's Jeff."
I thanked Jeff, took what he gave, and took the path through the building that was indicated. I passed a small kitchenette which had signage like a reminder about cleaning up after oneself or the one about not putting foil in the microwave. It wasn't designed to make feasts but was just perfect for college staples like ramen and pizza.
I found Room 221 with no problem. I unlocked the door to find an empty room. I mouthed a prayer. Although I left early so I could get first choice, I was still uncertain. The bathroom was to the right and two closets were on the left. I looked ahead and I was thinking that all the rooms were like this. The furniture ahead was arranged in an L shape. Beds were in the corners, next to them was a desk and chair, and on the other side was a dresser. Past that on the same side as the bathroom was a sliding patio door. I opened it up and walked onto the small balcony to look around. It was just before noon and there were few people about. I looked left and could just make out the trees of the park that bordered the University. I turned back around to scope out the room. Which side did I want? I guess I could have waited for my roommate to come in so we could decide, but when would that be? I settled on the side that I was currently on. I tossed the envelope on the bare bed and headed back down to get my things.
I was hopeful that I packed enough without being too much. I brought in my mini-fridge and my computer first. I set them down and went back down to collect the rest of my stuff. Eventually, I had everything set up. The bed was made, my computer set up, the mini-fridge plugged in. I checked my watch and saw that it was nearly 1:30pm and still no roommate in sight. I was going to have a roommate right? I took off my shoes and decided to take a nap. I set my phone to wake me up in an hour and a half. I got on the comfy bed and dozed.
I dreamed of humming, then giggling, and then singing. My alarm broke the slumber. I opened my eyes and beheld an Asian guy in the other chair looking right at me. He smiled a wide grin and exclaimed, "Nice to meet you Sleepyhead." He came over to me and he held out his hand. "I am called Tomokazu Ishida. You can call me Kazu because I think we will be real good friends."
I gazed into his dark and radiant eyes and extended my hand to clasp it. "Javier Rivera." Kazu replied, "Nice to meet you." I let go and watched him discreetly as he continue to unpack. He wore a red tee with a star on the left sleeve which covered his splendid athletic build. Beneath that was a pair of jeans and black sneakers with yellow bands.
After we filled out the forms, we talked a bit more about ourselves, but what to start with? Kazu broke the silence. "I'm from Kanazawa on the island of Honshu. That's the main island. I'm studying Chemistry. You?" I answered, "I'm from Houston. It's about an hour and a half away. My parents and I pass through Bismarck whenever we head to San Antonio. It's far enough to give the appearance of independent living, but close enough that it gives my folks peace of mind. I'm majoring in International Studies. I'd like to travel the world and meet people from other cultures." He smiled, "You got your wish." I later found out that the paring was intentional because the University tried to pair those with my major with students from abroad.
Kazu talked of home and his descriptions were so vivid that he was starting to make me feel homesick for a place I had never been to. He said that I might wonder why a guy like him came all the way across the Pacific to study in a small college in a small town like Bismarck. The thought had occurred to me. He told me that his father came to America often on business and would tell the family of his travels. That's when he erupted.
Tears ran down his face as he laughed and laughed. What was so funny? He quieted down and wiped his face. "Tosan, that's Dad in Japanese, visits Dallas four times a year because his company has a branch there. Your initials are J.R. right?" I nodded in absolute confusion. "There was this old American show called Dallas where one of the main characters was called J.R." The only thing I remembered about that program was the theme song.
We talked about what type of entertainment we liked and found that we enjoyed the same stuff. We both liked Science Fiction, Fantasy, and anything with Superheroes. What about sports? I wasn't much of a sports person. Mom got baseball tickets a few times a season, but nothing much beyond that. I preferred just going to the gym or the park to jog or work the machines. Kazu nodded, "I played baseball in High School, but I decided not to continue even though I was pretty good. We ought to work out together sometime so I can keep this." He then ran his hand down his chest. I smiled, "I'd like that."
There wasn't much else we could think to talk about so we decided to head out for a walk. The town of Bismarck was frozen in time, not literally mind you. It was a picturesque small town like one would see in a postcard or an old movie. The population was small, just about 5,000 and the student body added another couple thousand more or less.
To be honest, I never saw much of Bismarck and I was only familiar with the town square. There was a diner called Seymour's were my parents and I ate every time we passed through. There was also a bakery called Millie's which had been in operation for over a hundred years. There were times where we would just come to Bismarck just for the food. We were both getting hungry and before I could say anything, Kazu said that he wanted to go to Seymour's. He said that my description was captivating and wanted to experience the place.
We approached the diner and walked by the statue in front which was of an old fisherman like the one on the frozen seafood packets. He exclaimed, "Let's take a picture so I can send it back to my parents." He got in front of it and pulled me next to him. He took out his cell and positioned it well enough to get our faces and the statue on the screen. "It's just about morning there." The decorations inside possessed the same vibe: pure kitsch. It gave the place a charm that locals loved. We were seated right away. He asked me for suggestions. One can't go wrong with anything here. I liked the chicken fried steak, the catfish platter, the meatloaf. Sometimes I would get the chef salad. If I couldn't decide, I would get a cheeseburger.
We decided to both get cheeseburger baskets. They were so juicy and the fries were nicely seasoned and crisp. The burgers were half pounders and left us stuffed. He desired a chocolate shake, but thought it best to skip for now. There was always another day.
We came back to the room and spent the last few hours before the welcome meeting by surfing channels. Most I was familiar with, but we landed on one that made our jaws drop. It was called Nexus which was nothing but sci-fi, horror, and fantasy. We couldn't believe our luck. We loved those types of movies, the cornier the better. We were so glued to the set that we nearly forgot that we had a meeting to go to. We walked briskly to get to the rec room hoping that there was still sitting room.
There was not. We sat on the steps in front of the sliding plexiglass doors that led outside. I was sufficiently full from the burger so I stayed away from the refreshments. Kazu on the other hand, looked ready to eat. He wasn't serious was he? Didn't he have enough to eat before? He got up and got a plate of strawberries, rings of pineapple and a couple of cookies and brownies. He had a cookie halfway in his mouth when he asked, "Want one?" Oh, all right then. I took just one and only one strawberry. The meeting went like I thought it would. The dorm staff introduced themselves and talked about upcoming events as well as expected rules like no smoking and no alcohol. This lasted about forty minutes and then digressed into socializing. Kazu patted my shoulder and whispered, "I'm heading back up to the room. Come with me?" I was sure that there would be more opportunities for socializing with other residents, so I joined him.
We closed the door and saw that it was approaching 10pm. He said that he had been awake for over 24 hours and was the reason for calling it a day. He then started to take off his clothes. With each article removed, my eyes got wider and without any encouragement from my hand, I felt myself start to get a hardon. His bare body did not disappoint. It was firm with sizable pecs and biceps. His low-rise briefs contained a shapely bubble butt and decently sized manhood.
I thought he was going to put on some sleepwear because I saw him unpack a robe which I later learned was called a yukata. "If it is just us two and we are in the room in the morning before we leave or back at the end of the day, I would like to be naked. Is this okay for you?" Was this some type of test? I tried to appear nonchalant, "Naked underwear or naked naked?" He rolled his eyes, "Naked underwear." He threw his clothes on chair on his side and leaned against the bed. "I've got nothing against clothes, but I like to be in just underwear if I can. I only wear briefs because I like my belongings to feel snug." He was going to get no argument from me. My feeling was if I got a boner, I'd rather it distend my briefs than poking out of the fly for the entire world to see. It seemed the more ideal of the two. He smiled and said, "So true roommate, so true. Good night. See you in the morning." I returned the sentiment, turned off my lamp and we went to bed.
Day turned into day and week turned into week. Kazu was what I had hoped for. I enjoyed his company and he said that he enjoyed mine. We were great study buddies and greater friends. Soon, our friendship evolved into more.
Midterms rolled in late October. We unplugged the TV and put it away in the closet so that it wouldn't tempt us. It was a week of hell, but there was a light at the end of the tunnel. We wanted to celebrate, but held of until the grades came out. Our hard work paid off and we earned nothing lower than a B. Kazu wanted to do something special to celebrate. Plugging the TV back in would be a start, but what did he have in mind? He had charted out a whole itinerary by himself. He had put so much thought into it and I wanted to see what he had planned for us. He said that he wanted to go to Enzo's which was a pizzeria, but did have other Italian food staples like spaghetti and lasagna.
After dinner, it was off to see a new flick called Pigskin: The Touchdown which had premiered during midterms. I thought it was some football movie, but Kazu said with his usual gusto, "It's not an American Football movie if that's what you're thinking, but that is a good guess. It's a movie where a bunch of players get changed into pigs." He said that it was about a football team's bus breaks down near a town in the middle of nowhere on their way home after winning the state championship. The players go into town while the locals supposedly fix their bus. One by one they disappear until the quarterback is left. Why had I not heard about this film earlier? It sounded amazing.
Dinner was excellent. We ordered a veggie pizza with Italian sausage added. We topped off the meal by getting a tiramisu. The movie was just as excellent and didn't fail to deliver. It started predictably enough. The guys were hooting and hollering after their win. There was so much commotion that the driver missed the turn and headed down an unfamiliar and lonely road. The tires get blown out forcing the team to seek help. I had to hand it to the cast and crew. The effects were entrancing as regular noses pointed upward to become a piggish snout and human teeth became tusks. The sounds of the yells of young men becoming squeals midway was just as enthralling.
The film ended on an unexpected note. The movie ended with the mayor and the townspeople trapping the quarterback. Would the quarterback prevail against the odds and get his friends restored or would he fail and also get changed? The teen's face was filled with dread as they approached. The mayor explained that their town's population was small and every now and then, the town's population needed an influx of new blood to avoid inbreeding. Was this some type of joke? It was not. The faces of the townsfolk changed one by one. They turned out to be like werewolves, but the difference was that they could change from human to pig and back again at will. Normally they didn't change outsiders, but when they saw the young men and how they interacted with the locals, it seemed they were destined to belong.
What of his friends? We didn't have to be telepathic to see where this was leading to. He then heard the Coach's voice from behind the crowd. The anthropomorphic swine parted to reveal their newest residents. His buddies and Coach has become like the rest. They knew what had happened and strangely, they didn't seem to mind. Coach asked, "Are you a team player or not?" The camera pans to the point of view of the quarterback as the group gets closer and closer. Fade to black and roll credits. Okay, so it's up to the viewer to decide what happened. Wait a moment. There was a scene after the credits. It shows two pairs of shoes and voices. One belongs to the quarterback and the other was a female voice. The screen pans up and shows the two holding hands. The camera then rotates showing the guy's porcine face. She was a girl that he fancied earlier in the film before the craziness happened. They walk up to a house and the door opens to reveal the mayor. It turns out that the girl was the mayor's daughter. What a riot. Okay, so it wouldn't win any reputable awards, but it was good enough in our books.
We left the theater and headed to our next destination. Kazu said on the drive, "Did you enjoy the film?" I said, "Sure did. I like animal transformation stuff. I must have seen Pinocchio a thousand times." Kazu laughed, "That's good. Now off to our next funfest. Turn right." After a couple more miles, "It's right there."
"There" was a place called Wishes. There were several vehicles parked out in front of a large rectangular building and more were pulling up. Groups of guys drew closer to the building. Wishes, Kazu explained, was the perfect ending to midterms. He pulled off the polo he had worn revealing a formfitting sleeveless tee. Oh Kazu, why do you have to do this to me? "Come on". I got out and as we approached, I saw guys start to line up. I quickly realized that my roommate had led me to a gay club. I had never been to one before, but it was a place that I had wanted to visit someday. Look at him dressed in jean shorts and his white sleeveless tee with two teal lines running horizontally across the pecs in a wavy pattern. Look at me wearing an olive green tee and cargo shorts which had a black camo pattern.
Kazu and I got in line. "Do you like my surprise?" I tilted my head trying in vain to see inside, "I do." He said, "Good." We got closer and closer. We, Kazu mostly, got intense looks. I reached out for his hand and he grasped it gladly. He looked into my eyes fondly as we approached the usher. He asked for our IDs and we presented them. He had two stacks of wristbands. He had stacks of green bands and stacks of red depending on age. He wrapped green bands around our wrists and ushered us inside. We first came upon a lounge. On either side were, for lack of better wording, cubicles. There were three on the left and three on the right diagonally from us. Opposite from those three cubicles was a bar. Some of the cubicles were occupied. They offered a place for guys to chat without having to compete with the dance floor's music which was muted enough to enjoy. Maybe we would come back for a sit. As we headed to the dance floor, there was a door to the right past the cubicles which led outside to a patio.
The dance room was the largest of the three areas. A rail circled the dance floor and there were four ramps which descended into the dance floor. We headed down the nearest ramp and as soon as Kazu's feet hit the floor, he was grooving. I had never really danced like this before to be honest so I just watched my roommate boogie and copied his steps as best as I could.
I was having loads of fun. I didn't know how much time had passed. Then a fog started to descend from the ceiling which thrilled the guys. The fog settled and became thicker that it was hard to see anything, but still they danced. I felt a presence behind me and was startled as arms wrapped around me. Kazu's voice whispered from behind, "Just me." I felt his face close to mine and then, a quick peck on the cheek. His arms let me go and we continued to dance for bit longer until the fog dissipated. He said, "Let's give our feet some rest."
Back to the lounge we headed. A couple of the pods were unoccupied. There was a little booklet standing up which listed a variety of drinks. We couldn't drink legally so we checked out the non alcoholic offerings. Besides a wide range of sodas, there was a small group of mixed drinks. He said, "I love pineapple. You?" I liked pineapple a lot. The first entry was called Pineapple Paradise. It was a blend of pineapple, orange and guava juices with ginger ale. Kazu said, "I'll get those drinks. Have a seat." I said, "Okay" and leaned back on the couch.
A few minutes later, he came back and we had a chat. Kazu said, "It took me time to find this place. There are hardly any clubs in the area since Bismarck is a small town. This is the only one for kilometers and kilometers that is made for us. Guys come from all the little towns nearby to dance." I asked, "How did you know?" He answered, "That you liked guys?" I nodded. He took a sip and said, "I knew from the moment we met when you looked at me that first day we met. There was a certain twinkle in your eye. I liked it." I smiled and said, "I liked what I saw." He got closer and placed his arm around my shoulder to ask, "Do you want to go back and dance some more or head back to the dorm?" Well, it wasn't like this place was going to close anytime soon. "Back to the dorm." We finished our drinks and called it a night.
It was well after midnight by the time we got back to campus. We entered our unlit room and I turned on the salt crystal lamp to provide some light, "I had fun tonight. You were right. It was a great way to celebrate the end of midterms." Kazu said, "You're welcome. Do you wish to call it a night or move on to something else?" We looked at each other. There would be no going to bed, not yet.
It was time for something else. I pulled him to my bed and got on. I looked above at his eyes and he looked at mine with a pleasant face. He said, "You won't need these for now." He gingerly lifted my glasses off my face and set them aside. Lower and lower his face approached mine. He set his lips upon mine and we shared a kiss. I pushed my tongue pass his lips which welcomed it inside. Our tongues danced as we did earlier and just like earlier, it was as if time stopped. I gripped his firm round ass as his grinded his crotch into mine. We continued to kiss as he manipulated his shorts in an effort to get them off.
Kazu and I broke the kiss momentarily. He paused and took my hands and placed it on his belt. So that's what he wanted. I pulled at his belt and pulled it off. I threw it onto his bed. I got at his zipper and my hand reached. I felt the front of his briefs briefly. He was already hard as steel and was leaking precum. I lowered the shorts and slid them down his legs. He then raised his arms so that I could pull his shirt off. He then helped me out of mine. Unencumbered by garments, our fun continued.
Kazu lay next to me and ran his hands tenderly across my bronzed skin. He started with my left ear and slid down across my cheek. Down and down. He tickled my nipples on his way until he found which made me quiver. Down his hand traveled until he found treasure. His hand slipped inside my trunk briefs and he gripped my dick and moved his hand up and down as he looked into my eyes affectionately. His hands tugged my briefs down until he flung them off. He cradled my balls and then gave my manhood a few more good strokes. I reached to the side and pulled down his briefs. I took them and they landed next to my own.
Kazu's meat was a decent seven inches, about the same length as mine, but mine was wider. His nuts were smaller than mine, but the difference was miniscule. We played with each others cocks for a bit when I nudged him to move. I guided him to climb on top of me and bade him scoot forward. His prong swung back and forth in front of me. My eyes followed it like a pendulum. I opened my mouth and took him inside. The feeling of his prong in my mouth was wonderful. My tongue lashed against his slit as I sucked him. He gripped my head and I held onto his buns as his hips moved to a different song. I looked up into his eyes and he looked down with extreme happiness in his. He grunted eager for release, but he held off as long as he could. He gasped, "Ooh, here's your gift." I felt warm tangy fluid squirt into my mouth. I swallowed his essence and squeezed his shaft until I got the last drop.
Tomokazu smirked, "How did I taste?" I whispered, "Like nothing I've had before. It was fantastic." He looked down at my own dick and said, "Let me try." He turned around so that he was facing in the opposite direction. He gripped my manhood and swallowed it. I couldn't see quite well without my glasses, but I could tell that his mouth was stuffed with a special brand of chorizo. He slurped and slurped as I caressed his rear. He tickled my balls as he jacked me off. With all this attention he lavished upon me, I didn't last long. My shaft pulsed and pulsed as I filled his mouth. He let if fill his mouth and savored the flavor before he swallowed. He returned back and settled his head on the pillow next to me. I turned to him and asked, "How was it?" He said, "I never had Mexican food before. I liked it." I said, "I never had sushi before either." We kissed each other again as Kazu pulled up the blanket over our bare bodies and I fell asleep in his arms.
Roommates we once were, but now something more.
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