Date: Tue, 12 Jul 2005 18:07:30 EDT
From: [email protected]
Subject: Last night in the city

About one month ago I left for NY, just barely 21 and excited to go for a
summer school program.  I had been accepted on what I thought must have  been a
mistake as the others I knew who were going I felt were much more  qualified
and deserved it more.  Because of my surprise at my acceptance, I  ended up
behind in my registration sheets and was unable to send in my roommate  request
sheet on time, so when I arrived on the blistering hot day at the  beginning of
june, I was not sure what to expect.  Now I had only come out  of the closet
in my small college town to a few friends and only about 2 months  before I
left; but as I barely knew anyone there I felt much more open to  explore my
sexuality while in the city, going to gay bars and clubs and even  going home
with guys on occasion.  However, on that first day I was nervous  as to whether
my roommate would be as accepting of my sexuality as thoughs I had  told.
I arrived and unpacked early that day and was surprised and  pleased to see
that no one's name had been put next to mine on the roommate  roster.  I was
looking forward to many nights of long luxurious jack off  sessions and
hopefully of fucking some dorm dwelling cuties' asses till  dawn.  It was that point
that the dreaded RA showed up to deliver the bad  news I was getting a roommate...
and he was only 17...and had arrived with a girl  (okay he didn't say that
but I saw him get out of the cab later, ok?)  I  cringed, not only did this
ruining my sex plans, but it meant playing mommy for  a month and not bee able to
get him drunk enough to experiment as he had always  wanted to but never had.
I sat on my bed defeated, and waited as the door  opened.
Now it would have sucked enough had he been an ugly homophobic  prick, but he
was neither.  The boy who strode in stood at an imposing  6'3", maybe weight
150lbs and had a heart warming if a little tired looking and  brace filled
smilei could tell from that moment on that being in the room was  going to be
hell...

A few days later, after killing ourselves in classes,  and making a lot of
new friends, I reevaluated my situation with my roommate,  Charles.  Over the
past week, I was so busy with class and socializing I  hadn't even thought about
sex and Charles and I were becoming amazing  friends.  We were always
together, going out together at night and I was  pleased to throw him an impromptu
birthday party when he turned 18 only a few  days after getting there.  Charles
and were going great till we got to the  weekend, and all of a sudden I was no
longer distracted.  Friday night, we  were heading to the gym and both went
into the lockerroom at the end of the  night to change and go swimming.
Charles, to my disappointment, when into  the changing stalls near the back, and I,
wanting to not be too obvious checking  out the guys with huge meat walking
around me, went into thee stall next to  him.  It was torture seeing him drop
his shorts and underwear under the  edge of the next stall, but I started to
realize just how horny this guy made  me.  That night as we were going to bed I
decided I had to get out of that  dorm room tomorrow, or it was going to kill
me.

That morning I left  with a close friend who I knew back at school to go see
a show, and let Charles  know we wouldn't be back till late.  On the train she
interrogated me as to  why I hadn't told him I was gay, and I dodged the
question masterfully.  I  was looking forward to Charles free day and was very
upset when, upon arriving,  we discovered the show was sold out and had to return
to the dorm.  As I  arrived, I made myself a vow, that I would no longer
think about charles in a  sexual way.

I got to the room and was surprised that when I entered  Charles was not
there.  His computer, however, was sitting on and open on  his bed.  Now I am
usually a man of morals, but I was so curious about him  at this point that even
the thought that he might have some internet porn on his  computer almost made
me cum. I slowly slipped onto his bed and moved my finger  across the mouse
pad, and what I saw almost made my heart jump out of my  chest.  An open file of
porn...hundreds of files...and not single one had a  female in it!  I was so
confused, my manly, fun, young roommate was not  only also into men, but by the
looks of his porn collection he was into the  dirty stuff.  Pictures of men
being tied up and fucked dominated the  folder, and by the most recently used I
could tell that Charles was either a  kinky dominatrix top or a submissive
kinky bottom.  I was confused, I was  angry, I was upset, but most of all I was
about two seconds from shooting my  load all over his bed.  I quickly ran to the
bathroom, whipped my cock out  and before I could finish one stroke, was
spraying the walls of my shower with  cum.

After that day, all I could do was think about how charles looked  (awesome),
smelled (amazing) and would hopefully taste and feel, which in my  mind was
best of all.  The last week of the trip had rolled around and part  of me
started to realize that I was in love with Charles, and would probably  never see
him again after this week.  It was then I made the decision I  would come out
to him the last night of the trip and it would then be up to him  whether or
not he was ready to come out to me.

The last week dragged on  as Charles made comments about girls tits and asses
with the same closeted gusto  I had made at his age, but finally our last
night rolled around.  After  dinner with many of our friends and some teary good
byes, we returned to our  room.  Now I had never told charles I was gay, but I
had also never told  him I was straight so my plan was to just say something
about meeting a guy at a  club a few nights ago and see his reaction.
"So, last night, weird  huh." I said as I gathered my liquor backed courage.
"Yeah feels weird  huh? I never even got laid" Charles threw out as he laid
on his  bed.

"Well, you have one night, you never know..." Here goes nothing.  "Afterall,
I only got a little action from a guy I met at the bar two weeks  ago."
Silence filled the room as my heart seemed to stop beating for a  second.
What had I done? Was my best friend who I loved now going to hate  me? Was he
going to beat me up? Was he so afraid of his sexuality that he would  leave them
and there? Had I gone to far? Would he-

"Wow, really?" He  said so nonchalantly it was like he was asking if the
price of bananas really  was down to 89 cents a pound.
"Um, yeah. Just a little make out action,  and we jacked off together, wish I
had gotten laid though, I really needed it."  I watched for his reaction and
I could tell he was excited.

"Oh, what  are u into? Do you prefer to be on top or on bottom? How many guys
have u been  with?" His rambling question shocked me, but at the same time, I
could tell he  was getting hard and seemed really interested.

"Oh, I like to top, love  to kiss and suck, been with enough..." Charles was
now sitting on thee edge of his  bed, kicking off his shoes.
"Wow, that's amazing, I always wondered what it  would be like to be with a
guy, well, good night." And with that he dropped his  pants, and went to bed.
I stood shocked for a few moments and then  finished getting ready and
crawled into bed.  A few moments later I heard a  sound from his bed.
"Are you awake?" I stayed silent for a second  still trying to figure out
what happened.  "Well I guess you're not, but  you should know...I'm gay...and I
have never done anything with anyone.. or told  anyone about this ... but over
the past weeks, I think I feel in love with you  kinda...but I don't know what to
do."

"Charles"

"You're awake, shit, sorry  man, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"I kinda fell for you too"

"Oh...can I  come over there?" My brain was saying no, don't do it, go back,
stop while you  can and not get hurt in the end, but my cock won out
"Yeah."he slowly got out  of his bed and I could see what had to be a 9 inch
cock hanging out of the slit  in his boxers.  I threw back the covers, and he
was on top of me quickly,  kissing my neck and cheeks.  I finally, grabbed
his face and brought his  lips to mine, the kiss was slow and sensual at first,
tongues finding tongues,  but it soon became heated and passionate, and I was
soon sitting up with my arms  around his waist while he felt my chest, I
gripped his hard rod while my own  thick 7 inches crept out of my boxerbreifs.  My
tongue left his mouth only  to find his nipples, which caused him to gasp and
moan like a 14 year old  girl.  I flipped him onto his back and slowly slid up
and down his body  switching from licking his cock and ball sack to his
chest, thighs, and  neck.  He Finally had enough and pulled me up so I was
stradling his face,  at which point he took all 7 inches of my cock down his throat
like a pro.

Now in the past month, I had managed to get off 4 times, and all of them had
been at least a week before, so his oral minstrations were all too soon
rewarded  with a huge load of fresh cum.  I tried to pull out but he had other
ideas,  holding onto my ass like it was his  to claim.  Charles seemed  surprised
at first but soon got the idea and swallowed hard, even though it was  sooo
big it started running down the sides of his mouth onto my sheets.  I  pulled
out a few minutes later after I was too sensitive and shocked the poor  boy by
immediately swallowing his entire nine inches.  After all, I have a  little
more experience thathe does am a talent cock sucker.  Now Charles  not having
enough time to jack off of late either, came just as quickly and  screamed bloody
murder while doing so, I am sure waking all of our dorm  neighbors.
By this time I was already hard again and Charles seemed to  just stay hard
after he had cum.  As we lay there kissing and fondling,  Charles seemed to get
a brilliant idea, jumped out of bed, ran to his dresser  drawer and returned
with a large tube of hand lotion.

"I want you in me, I  want you to take my virginity tonight. NOW."I was soon
being greased up by  Charles' skilled hands, and that is when I noticed his
clean pink rosebud  winking at me as he bent over my cock.  With no warning to
him at all, I  pulled his ass over my face and dove my face in.  His initial
objections  were soon replaced by moaning and promises that he had never known
that could  feel so good.  After getting his hole nice and sopping wet, I
flipped him  on his back, lifted his legs and whispered in his ear.
"Is this what you've  wanted?  Is this what you think you need"

"Yes please, I need you in me,  I need you to be a part of me...please...I love
you and I need you in me." I looked  down on the face that would be heading
for the opposite end of the country  tomorrow and I now realized I really did
love him.  I slowly sank my cock  along his ass crack until it popped through
his sphincter.  He grimaced at  first, obviously never having had anything other
than maybe a finger up there  before, but soon was begging me to make him
mine, and I was more than happy  too.  We layed there with me pistoning in and
out of him for what seemed  like days, just kissing and tonguing each other
while I made love to his ass  until finally I released into his sweet cavity.
When I tried to pull out,  Charles clung to me and held me in while he juiced my
cock with his  muscles.  This had the desired effect and I was soon on my back
with him  riding my cock like a professional would have.  As I started to
feel my  second orgasm build, Charles looked at me and his previously untouched
dick  exploded covering us in cum.  Now I shoot a big load, but Charles was the
first man I had ever seen who could rival it.  He quickly slid off my dick
and together our loads covered us, the sheets, the wall above my head and both
of our faces as we stared into each others eyes.  It was then that I let
the darkness over whelm me as Charles slid into the bed next to mee and
whispered "I love you."

The next morning I awoke at about 11, as my flight  wasn't until that night,
and was shocked to see that all signs of my roommate  and lover were gone
except for my cum stained sheets and a note next to me on  the pillow.
"I don't know how to start this letter," it read, "but only to  say I loved
you.  From the first day I saw you, I knew I loved the way you  looked and
smelled and smiled, but only as I got to know you did I realize that  I would
end up heart broken at the end of these 30 days.  I am not good at  goodbyes,
and, after last night, I am not sure I could have said it without  crying.  I
wanted your last memory of me here to be a wonderful one of the  love and
passion we shared and I cannot wait to talk to you again.  I miss  you now just
writing this and you are sleeping not more than 5 feet from  me.  I love you and I
am so glad you made me realize that when I did.  Charles."

I was sad but didn't cry as I packed and left for home that day,  because I
knew I would always have that night together.

Epilogue
So fuck I was upset, yeah we had that  night together, but I just kept
thinking how had I made a move earlier we could  have had a month together.  Now,
Charles and I were on the phone hours a  day and he seemed to get more and more
distant as the promise of school starting  in two weeks became more real to
him.  I could tell I was losing him  slowly, and it made me mad as hell, because
not only was I in love, but I now  seemed to bee getting hit on by every guy
on the planet since I had come out and  was even being groped by straight guys
at parties I went to.

The first  day of school rolled around I was sitting in the class I was TA
for that  semester, brooding as usual at my own stupidity.  I finally remember
where  I was and got up to call roll.  As I got down the list names seemed to
blur  until it came up...

"Charles..." that couldn't be right.

"Here." I  looked into the class and there he was with a shit eating grin
all over his now  braceless face.  "and may I be excused to the bathroom."
I said  yes without even looking to the teacher and quickly excused myself as
well.

As we kissed in the toilet stall I got mad and asked why he  hadn't told me
and why he seemed so distant.

"I wasn't sure you still  wanted me and I thought you might force yourself
to be with me if you knew I was  transferring here."

"Never, I love you! And as for forcing myself, I  prefer to force you." I
said as I pushed him to his knees and revelled in the  feeling of my cock being
home again.

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