The Queer Road
DISCLAIMER: These are a series of fictional stories about teenaged boys and young men confused over their sexuality. There are graphic descriptions of sexual activity, most of it homosexual. If you aren't authorized to view such material, stop now. Author retains copyright.
Roommate
I walked quickly across the main campus in a light rain, huddled in my jacket as the wind picked up, sprinting the last hundred yards to the fraternity house as the rain got heavier. I scrapped the leaves I'd tracked from the ancient oaks on the quadrangle and shook the rain off my jacket in the vestibule, nodded to a couple of fraternity brothers working on a French lesson in the formal living room, and climbed the stairs to my room.
"Find that reference?" Clyde asked as I threw my books onto the bed and hung my jacket in the closet.
"Finally. Prof Jones is a prick for making us do a paper on something as obscure as post Marxist social policy."
"Well, you took the class," he said, shelving the book he was reading and kicking off his shoes.
Fraternities in those days were a world of rules; must do's and must not do's. We had a house mother downstairs and quiet hours after 8; no music, loud conversation, or roughhousing. Nearly everyone went to bed after ten, and there were no locks on the doors. It was an old, well built fraternity house, but you could hear conversations in the hall and in the bathroom across the hall. If you cared to listen.
It was after ten and many of the rooms down the hall were already dark. I was tired from intramural basketball practice that afternoon and then spending four hours in the library working on a philosophy paper. I kicked off my shoes and hung up my shirt and pants. Clyde picked up his dop kit and went to the bathroom across the hall. I followed. We both took a leak, washed our hands and began to brush our teeth. There was nobody else there in the three stool, two shower bathroom.
Clyde finished brushing his teeth, spit into the sink, and washed out his mouth. Then he caught my eye in the mirror and licked his lips.
I nodded. He stepped to the door and casually stood there while I fished out my flaccid dick and washed it in the sink. I dried it off and stuffed it back into my boxers. We both walked out into the hall.
"It's too damn cold for another kegger out at the lake tomorrow night, why don't we just take the girls over to that pizza place?"
"The kegger's on the house," I said as we returned to our room and closed the door. I pulled the ladder back wooden chair from Clyde's desk and set it in front of the door. If someone came in, which didn't happen often as it was ungentlemanly to burst in on a brother without knocking, they'd knock that chair over and give Clyde some time to jump back into his own bed.
Clyde turned out the light and dropped his shorts. I did the same, fondling my dick in the shaft of light from the corner streetlight. I lay on my bed and stroked it. Clyde lay on his, watching. I scooted up a little to keep my hardening dick in the shaft of light. Five minutes passed without a sound.
I felt it coming and motioned to Clyde. Like a mist his form slid silently across the room to the side of my bed. I was close. He knelt, inches from my cock, pumping his own dick and he waited. I took it all in; the naked roommate eagerly poised like a heron over a frog, his long thin penis stiff and near climax as he rubbed it just fast enough to keep it on the brink. I put my hand on his shoulder and he swooped down and took my cock. I pushed his head down and lodged in his throat and the torrent let loose. He bobbed his head a couple of long cycles while I tensed in a climax spasm. It was exquisite. I didn't need to hold Clyde's head down to keep him on my cock until I was through. He loved it. He went down to the root and tried to swallow my dick as my sperm spurted into his throat. When I was done and my dick started to deflate, Clyde squeezed the last of the sperm out with his lips. He raised up and grabbed his T-shirt to cover his dick while he masturbated. The spasm hit him in seconds and his head jerked toward his chest as he caught his semen in the shirt.
We didn't make a sound.