"I'll get you a beer," I said to my roomate, Ryan. He was a freshman, and I was a junior living in the dorm at our college in the bay area of California.
For both of us, it was our first year at this school - I was a transfer student. I told him I was gay the first day we met, and it was no problem for him. He told me that he was bisexual, but I had seen him only with women during the first semester, and for what we had completed of the second semester.
His latest girlfriend had broken up with him a month before the party we were now at, in a hall on the floor below our room. During this month I started to notice that he expressed more interest in men.
I fantasized about him on occasion, but because I was worried about making things awkward between us, I never made a move on him. He was a little shorter than I was, at about 5 foot 9 inches. He was average sized, a little chubbier than I was but still not very big. He had a cute butt, and a cute face, a funny laugh, and wavy dark brown hair. Lately, he started to get flirty with me, jokingly complimenting my appearance.
I grabbed a drink for both of us and we split up for a while to talk with our other friends. I started to get tipsy after a half hour or so, and then two tables were set up for beer pong. Most of the party gathered around them, and we met up again. He was clearly drunk, drunker than I had ever seen him. He walked over to me, swung his arm around my shoulder, and declared, "Hey Aaron, you're my partner."
"Alright, but it looks like we'll probably lose," I replied, "you're pretty drunk."
"I'm better when I'm drunk," he said, laughing.
We played a boyfriend and girlfriend team, and lost quickly. We drank our ten cups, and had to finish off the winning team's remaining four. By the end we were both wasted.
A couple hours passed, spent dancing and talking with other friends. It was around 3 in the morning when I looked around for Ryan, and told him I was going back to our room.
"Alright cool, I'll go with you."
Both of us had sobered a little. On our walk back he started talking about how drunk he got, and how it had started to wear off.
"I always get fucking horny when I start to sober up," he said. His bulge had already given him away.
"Yeah, that happens to me sometimes too," I replied, even though what was making me horny was that I thought he was subtly signaling to me that he wanted me.
We got to our room, and he quickly took his shirt off and sat on his bed. I undressed to my boxers and casually stood in front of him, watching him and waiting to make eye contact. It took a while, as he was staring right at my crotch. I pet his hair with my hand and he looked up at me, biting his lip with a nervous desire.
I used the hand that was resting on his head to lightly push him towards me, and he didn't resist. His face met my crotch with his mouth slightly open, and he kissed my dick through my underwear. He turned his head to the side and rubbed his cheek against me, turned back to face me and move my dick to the side with his hand in order to kiss my balls.
I continued to stroke and gently tug at his hair. He unbuttoned my boxers and pulled my cock out, stroked it with his hand, and put his mouth on the head. I let out a moan. His mouth was so warm, and his lips closed so tightly.
He pulled his mouth away and I pulled down my boxers. Before he could get back to my dick I pushed him back on his bed, against the wall it was placed next to. I kissed him, and stuck my tongue in his mouth as I unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans, and reached down inside them to discover he was not wearing underwear. I squeezed his cock for a second and released, then pulled down his pants to his ankles.
I got on the bed on my knees, and put my crotch back in his face. I rubbed my balls against his forehead, and slid them down to his mouth. His tongue reached out and tickled the bottom of my sac. I was still for a second as he did that, with my hard dick pressed against his forehead. I slid everything down further, leaving a trail of pre-cum on his face, until my dick was at his now closed lips.
He looked up at me, and the expression in his eyes seemed a little sad, like he was being abused, but his lips and hands revealed how much he was enjoying this. He rubbed and squeezed my ass cheeks while his mouth opened a little and he licked the pre-cum off the tip of my dick. It opened more and I pushed forward a little, as did he, and his mouth was halfway up my cock. His hands left my butt and one went to my balls and the other to the base of my cock. He rubbed and stroked and sucked, letting out muffled moans that I echoed, until I uttered, "I'm close." He responded by stroking and sucking more eagerly until my cum shot down the back of his throat, and then oozed out into his mouth. He squeezed until there was none left and his mouth was full.
My dick came out of his mouth, with a string of my cum coming with it as he laid his head back against the wall and swallowed. The string detached from me and clung to his chin. I bent down to kiss his cheek.
I pulled my boxers on and laid down on his bed, with my head on his pillow and my legs across his lap. He kicked off his pants the rest of the way and I asked him if he wanted a turn. He declined, and I would have insisted but I was completely exhausted. I got under his covers and he didn't protest. He collected the fluids on his face with his thumb, which he put in his mouth. He sucked his thumb clean, and turned off the lights in the room before getting under with me, even though it was a small, twin size bed.
I turned on my side, facing away from him, and he turned to face the same way, wrapping his arms around me. One arm soon disappeared and he began to rub his hard dick against my ass crack, through my boxers, up and down. I could feel the moisture of his pre-cum soaking a spot on my boxers. The motion continued while I fell asleep, comforted by his presence and touch.