Ben was roommate number three out of four and our bedrooms shared walls. First semester Ben rotated his girlfriends once a week along with his sheets. Second semester they were on to him, and he was not getting any.
Friday night all four of us roommate go to a campus bar to chat with young ladies together. After twenty minutes roommates two and four and scored a conversation with two hot young ladies at the table to our left. Then they pick up the bar table for two and move it over next to theirs. Leaving Ben and I alone to fend for ourselves with translated to get a little drunk.
The fact that I wasn't even looking around at the opportunity to hook up all around us as he was pointing then out to me pissed him off. Then Ben in his drunken state has an realization. I never talk to females at bars, I have never brought one home the entire time. I go to bars to drink not case ladies. He required an explanation. Which meant it was time for me to leave and I was walking back to the apartment. Ben follows.
In my drunken state I explain I have sexual issues, due to stupid stuff that happened when I was little. I also reminded him I kind of dated a chick from our gym for three months that didn't work out.
He wants more details. I explain age eleven my sister and I visit my dad in Florida for the summer. He sexually abuses my sister and I and would beat me to teach me not to flinch. At thirteen I tell a sixteen year old neighbor my dad taught me how to give blow jobs. That became a thing he would force me to do when ever he could until his father caught us. I was underage and his son was sixteen and his dad was trying to get me to forget it ever happened. He ask me how to make it up to me. Again I was thirteen and said if he gave me a blow job one back we could call it even. His dad said okay and told and then watched his son do it to complexation. Then when it was over beat him for enjoying it. Yelling no one told him to swallow, or slurp everything up afterwards. They up and moved about two months later.
Ben was freaking out immediately assumed I had to be gay, due to grooming. Because it was such a bad experience I am having trouble accepting the fact I am gay and want to be with guys. Did I mention he is a psychology major and a vegetarian. We get back to the apartment building and he push to button to go to the basement. I asked if he left clothes in the laundry room, and he replied... No, that he had something in storage he wanted to show me.
Everyone in the building gets a five by ten storage unit for bikes, and Christmas stuff. He unlocks the room with a code and I follow him inside. He closes the door and explains he does not want the roommates to walk in on the conversation. But he can help me solve my problem by doing some limited gay stuff with me. He lifts his t-shirt and grab his erection telling me I have him so turned on.
Ben believes one awesome gay experience with a friend will have me screaming to get out of the closet. I am not a little kid and I can make my own choices. I can't stop looking at the bulge he is holding onto. So, I finally ask What exactly are you suggesting we do? He puts his arms around my neck like I am his current girlfriend and moves in.
Ben - Start with a kiss and see how good that feels. I say making out and rubbing one out would be awesome for a first date. (We kiss) Then we just see what happens from there.
We Kiss again. We had seen each other naked enough to have an idea what we were getting into. Ben lost his shorts and and started undressing me as my hands explored my best friend body I had only seen from a distance. The need for us to rub our body parts together while chewing on each others necks caused Ben to lose it a little. Oh Fuck I am so gay for you bro. I love you so much for doing this with me. BOOM. For two normal straight guys was nothing like their normal. Every shot sending an electrical current all over their bodies. They just laid there holding each other afraid to move or they would shoot even more.
Ben was on top with his face buried in my neck, my one hand on my back and my other hand on his ass which had been grinding him against me. I pulled him close giving him a hug, whispering I love you. I always have. My eyes start to water as Ben was right I just needed a good reason to be gay. The only reason I had up until this point were bad ones. Ben noticed I was all emotional and he got a little weird. As he rolls over and off of me we both go to stand up. We stand there holding each other close and kiss a few times. I opened an moving trunk and found a box of car wash towels we used to clean up the mess we made. We couldn't stop touching each other in the process.
It was time to get dressed and go back up stairs, we agree to ground rules nothing gay upstairs. We agree to make time to hook up in the basement for making out and jerking off. A blow up mattress for more body rubbing would be nice. I could not get over the idea I was fine about being gay inside my head. My mind was racing about telling friends and family at some point. As I sit naked on trunk next to my straight best friend that I just did gay stuff with I think maybe should give Ben what he really wants. What has haunted me since the first time at age eleven.
I stand and ask Ben to stand as I dump the box of car wash towels on top of the trunk. I call it padding for your butt and ask him to sit back down. I get between his leg and show him show gay I really am. He gets to la la land in no time at all and swears he has never had an actual blow job before. Explaining that was nothing close to what girls have done to him and could be why he never got off.
We had been in the basement for almost two hours and the bar was now closed. Roommates two and four had to be home. Our story was we went for a walk around campus to sober up. Upstairs the roommates were not home yet, we showered separate but while the other was brushing his teeth with the door mostly opened. They say good night go to separate rooms and to bed. Roommates still not home yet.
Ben knocks on my door at 8:30 AM and I yell come in. He states he has made coffee if I want some and that the roommates still are not home yet. He is has his short shorts and the new gay me just noticed how they lift and separate his butt checks. Anther place to bury my face. I start to freak myself out. My pervy gay thoughts are flowing like water. I turn on the counter top TV in the kitchen the Chanel Three New at Nine was coming on.
A fire at the local bath house at five in the morning was due to possible drug use of it's patrons. The employees and guest were so high or intoxicated everyone panicked. What should have been a simple fire to put out was allowed to get out of control. There on TV was roommate two and four wearing only towels and looking right into the camera. My phone goes off and it's roommate number four is wanting one of us to bring them both a change of clothes down to the police station.
We were assuming they are going there to hook up with each other but no idea about drugs or intoxicated but then again we were a bit drunk when we left the bar and started the walk back to the apartment. I find clothes for number two and Ben finds clothes for number four just in time for a knock on the door. It is the parent of number two wanting to know why he is not answering his cell phone. We invite them both in to explain they were at a twenty four hour Gym when a fire broke. The mother bursts into tears falling into her husbands arms crying that was them at the bath house. They volunteer to take the clothes down to the police station and bring them back home once they get out.
Ben and I were all smiles as we make eye contact. I suggest gay stuff in my bedroom I have a lock on my door. Ben says hell yes and we race each other to get there. In a real bed was wonderful. Making out, our bodies rubbing freely as needed we let things happen. Then tiny little hints. A kiss here a lick there and the semi straight boy I am with is sucking on stuff like a gay boy craving milk.
Sixty nine position I was in heaven for over two minutes when his tooth caught some foreskin and hung on. He panicked begging forgiveness, I rolled him over face down and I got my chance to bury my face in his butt finally. Ten minutes later he was begging for more then my tongue. I gave him more and then he said tell me you love me and fuck me.
I must admit my brain and penis went insane for a while. Everything was reactionary and in some case involuntary. As I did the best I could making love to a gay boy virgin butt. I don't think I lasted over six minutes. Ben let out a moan with every splat. I shot so hard the hole in my penis was soar for hours. Ben finally speaks.
Please tell me you love me and you want to be my boyfriend and we can do that again, and again.
My you know what falls out of his you know hole and we both gasp. I say I totally love you Ben and you are the only guy I want to do gay stuff with and I don't care who knows we are doing it. We shower and get dress and go back to pretend we are straight. Just in time for our roommates and one set of parents walk in the apartment. They want to know if we can live with them knowing that they are gay until the end of the semester. They promise not to do gay stuff ever in the apartment.
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