SWEET ROOMMATE
Part 2: Second Thoughts
Those single beds in the dorms were just too small for two to sleep. Even that first night, I woke up around midnight, couldn't get comfortable, and ended up back in my own bed. I was sorry for that, because I really did want us to wake up together. When my alarm went off around 7:00 AM, I climbed out of my bed and over to his. I noted with some amusement that sometime in the night, he'd put his PJs back on again, despite the fact that the top was stiff with cum.
"Want company?" I smiled as I sat down on his bed and started to climb in with him.
"Not really." He made a half-hearted effort to push me away. I climbed in anyway, and he turned away from me to face the wall.
"Don't be that way. Are you sore?" I tried to wrap an arm around him and spoon up to him, but he pushed me off.
"A little."
"I mean 'sore at me' silly." We both giggled at that, and this time he let me cuddle with him.
"You have a hard on again." He made it sound like an accusation.
"Uh huh." I casually put my hand under his PJs and held it against his smooth, flat stomach. He grabbed my wrist like he was going to pull it away, but then hesitated.
"Please don't do that," he whispered.
"Do what?" I started gently rubbing his stomach.
"Making me hard too." I heard a smile in his voice now, and he was pulling my hand down toward his cock now. "God, that feels SO nice!" I gripped his erection and was rewarded by a little moan of pleasure from him. That hadn't been so difficult!
"Roll on your back." He complied, and I patiently undid his jammies and got him naked again. Somewhere in the process, I ditched my own shorts, then climbed on top of him and kissed him. Whatever his earlier hesitation, he responded eagerly now, letting my tongue into his mouth, sucking on it, all the while rubbing our crotches against each other. I stopped kissing him long enough to lift up and look into his eyes and smile at him.
He looked up and sighed. "I just can't believe homosexuality feels this good."
I grinned at him, "Well, I like it," and I rubbed his smooth, white stomach with one hand, then slid back until I could grip his dick and stroke him a little.
"Now don't cum too quick, okay?"
He smiled that trademark smile and said, "Well, then you need to stop doing that."
"Okay." I stopped. "Let's try something a little different." I climbed out of the bed and stood on the concrete floor. "Grab your pillow and get on your knees."
"Pillow?"
"To put under your knees, silly."
"Oh!" He tossed the pillow at my feet, knelt on it, and wrapped a hand around my cock. "If I do this, are you going to cum in my mouth?"
"I'd like to this time, if you'll let me."
He hesitated a moment, then started lipping the head of my dick, before introducing it into his mouth and starting to suck me for real. He mouth felt real good on me, and unlike the night before, in this position he could do a good job. I always like looking down at a guy who's sucking me, and he looked very beautiful down there working on me.
"Man, that's so good! Don't stop for anything!"
He kept up a steady, even pace, and soon I was feeling myself approach the point of no return. I tensed my muscles, holding back as long as possible, wanting to make the feeling last, ultimately standing up on tip-toe before the dam broke and then pumping his mouth full in a series of powerful spasmodic spurts. He inhaled sharply a couple of times, but kept sucking while I shot, and got all but a trickle of cum that ran down his chin. Then he swallowed and pulled off. He ran a hand down his chin, wiping the cum off it, the just looked at his hand a moment. A bit to my surprise, he slowly licked it clean, and then grinned up at me.
"You know, I kind of enjoyed doing that." He made no move to stand. A little cum started to drool out of my softening cock, and he put it back in his mouth and sucked on it some more.
"Hey! That's WAY too sensitive now!" He quickly pulled back and looked up at me, a bit concerned, so I stroked his hair, "Would you like to climb back in bed and cuddle some more? I can do you too, if you'll let me rest a minute."
"Okay." He took his pillow, climbed back into the bed, and held out an arm for me. I climbed in with him, snuggled up onto his shoulder, and sighed contentedly. "This DOES feel nice." I found his cock, very erect, and idly started playing with it.
"Are you sure you never did that before?"
"No" in a very small voice. "Never."
"Well," levering myself up on one elbow, placing my arm under his head, and stroking his dick more seriously, "you're great".
"Aren't you going to suck me off too?" He sounded a little disappointed.
"Not this time." His body was already starting to writhe with pleasure from the hand job. "Maybe later." I kept stroking his cock.
In almost no time he shot onto his stomach. I kissed him softly on the cheek, then stood up and started dressing. From the clock I could see that we were going to have to hustle to get to Physics on time. Then I realized he was still lying in bed, shaking with silent sobs.
Still barefoot and shirtless, I sat on the edge of his bed, careful not to get his cum on me, took his hands in mine and looked into his eyes. "I really do love you, you know."
"No," more sobs "All you wanted was to use me."
"Hey!" That seemed a little unfair. "You know that's not true," and I kissed him lightly on the lips. "I love you and I'm going to take good care of you, if you'll let me."
The sobbing subsided. "What scares me the most is that part of me really wants that." He gave a long, shuddering sigh.
"I know." I stood up and helped him to his feet. "Now get dressed fast, or we're going to be late for class." He did, sniffling once or twice, and he wiped the tears (and, I couldn't help thinking, a little bit of cum) off his face, and the we set off for class.
As usual, we sat next to each other in Physics, and again after that in Math. At one point in Physics, I slipped my foot out of my sandal and stroked his calf with it.
He jumped and pulled away, so I left him alone for a bit. However, towards the end of Math class, I felt his foot brush against mine, so I rested mine on top of his, and he didn't object to this, just gave me a quick, sly smile.
Then we were done with classes until after lunch, but since it was now pouring rain (somewhat unusual for California) I proposed we try making our way back via the steam tunnels.
The steam tunnels were a marvel. A network of underground passageways, they undermined the entire campus, and we had (like most freshmen) quickly learned the secrets of getting into them and spent a fair amount of free time trying to explore them. The math building had both a basement and a sub-basement, and the latter had doors that opened directly into the tunnels.
Although some of the tunnels were little more than crawl spaces, and some had no lights, we stuck to the ones that were well-lit and large enough to walk in side-by-side. To my delight, Bob took my hand while we walked. For some reason, that seemed like the sexiest thing in the world. As we walked, we chatted about class and about the tunnels, but didn't comment on what we were doing. With a minimum of wrong turns, we entered our dorm through its subbasement (where we let go of each other's hand, of course) and went back to our room.
I closed and locked the door and wrapped my arms around him. He responded enthusiastically. I kissed him, and he happily French kissed with me for a bit.
"Feeling better?" I asked him, as I started unbuttoning his jeans.
He blushed, then grinned. "Yeah, I guess." He let me pull off his shirt, then he worked on my jeans, while I shed my own shirt. Soon enough, we were standing there naked (again) and embracing, feeling each other's cocks. Then, with no prompting, he got on his knees and began sucking me.
He obviously liked doing it, and, as before, I really enjoyed watching him; I thought he was beautiful, and the contrast between his tall, thin frame and my average-height, solidly muscled swimmer's body turned me on too for some reason. I loved reaching down to touch him, to stroke his hair, or just to look at him while he worked on me.
His eyes were closed, and he was clearly totally absorbed with what he was doing. That made it even better.
Now you might think I'd be really annoyed with him for his constantly switching from "I don't want to be a fag" to "I want to suck your cock," but I really wasn't. I remembered all too clearly how I had felt the same way when I was first having sex and knew all too well how the most exciting fantasy during masturbation could lead to the worst guilt afterwards - never mind how it could feel with a real person. I also knew, though, that the worst experience of all was having sex with someone who, after he came, wasn't interested in you and didn't even seem to like you, and I was determined not to do that to Bob. I felt badly that I'd hopped out of bed too quickly that morning, when I should have realized he'd need some reassurance right after I'd jerked him off.
I felt a warm impulse of pure love towards my friend - really my lover now - still patiently pumping his mouth up and down on my cock. This time I was able to go for a while, and I could tell he was working hard at it because I could feel some of his spit starting to run down my cock. But then I felt a rather different impulse rising from it, and soon I was shooting another load into his mouth. He did a good job finishing up, swallowed, and then puzzled me by staying in his knees and keeping my now-softening cock in his mouth. Not sucking it - just holding it.
I sighed deeply. "That was great, man! You're perfect!" I patted him on the head. He stayed down there. "Um, I'm all done now; do you want to get up?" He shook his head 'no.' I wasn't quite sure what to make of this. "Uh, well, okay." I looked at the clock; we had about 10 minutes before we needed to go down for lunch. "We can do this for a while, if you want to, but I won't have time to do you before lunch. Is that okay?" He nodded. He wrapped his arms around me and moved his mouth all the way up to my crotch - now that I was soft, he could get every inch of my cock into his mouth, and that seemed to be what he really wanted for some reason. I rested my hands on his head, holding him against me, gently fingering his hair, not sure what this was about, but wanting him to feel support, love, approval - whatever he needed.
I stood there what must have been several minutes in silence, just listening to him breathing softly. I felt him swallow once or twice, and with that little bit of extra pressure, I started to get hard again. I felt his tongue playing with my rising erection, and I gradually filled back out to full staff. Somewhere in this process, he had to slide back a bit to keep from gagging, but he never took his mouth off me.
"I really love it that you're doing this, but I'm not sure you can really do it again right now - I'm not superman."
Ignoring that, he started sucking me again, head bobbing up and down, eyes still closed - I think they'd been closed ever since he got on his knees. It felt good, but this was obviously going to take a lot longer, and I didn't think his mouth would hold out. It was already past time for lunch, but I decided that didn't matter right now.
As he kept going, I could feel his spit running down my cock again, and then down my leg, so I knew his mouth was getting tired and he was starting to drool. At this point, I started to worry that he was trying too hard - that he'd be really unhappy after this - and that made me anxious enough that there was no way I was going to cum.
"Bob," softly, trying to sound reassuring, "I think we need to take a break and try again after lunch, okay?"
No response but his ragged breathing and actually rather loud slurping - I hoped no one could hear it in the hallway.
"I'm not going to cum very soon, so unless you can keep this up another twenty minutes or so you really should stop."
That did it. He pulled off of me and looked down and the floor. I squatted down next to where he was kneeling and wrapped my arms around him.
"It makes me real happy that you wanted to do that for me, it really does. But it just takes longer than that between times. You don't have to try so hard!"
Wordlessly, he pulled his face to my chest, and I put my arms around him and held him to me, although squatting was getting uncomfortable. At least he wasn't crying this time.
"Ready for lunch?"
He nodded. "Yeah. My mouth is sore."
"Well, that's no surprise! Why'd you want to do it for so long - not that I'm complaining!"
"I kept thinking about it all through Math class. When we got back to the room, I wanted it more than anything. While I was doing it, it seemed like the rest of the world just went away, and there was nothing but me and you. It was so warm and peaceful. I was really happy. After you came, I didn't want it to stop. Did you mind a whole lot?"
By now we were ready to head out the door. I hugged him close, kissed him lightly on the mouth, and said, "No, it made me feel very special. You can do that any time or all the time."
"I don't know about all the time. That last part wasn't much fun - it was too much work."
Smiling. "I'll bet. Let's talk about it more after lunch." I groped his crotch. "I still owe you one."
--To be continued