Steamy S*x Stories

I got into college the month I turned 20. My biggest fear was ending up with a boring as hell roommate. The memory is still clear in my head as I trudged into St Thomas' hall, where I would be spending the next nine months of my life. 151....152....153.....154. I counted the room numbers as I walked down the second floor corridor. A stench smell of sweat hung low in the cramped corridor. I wasn't surprised; this was the male hostel. I bumped into a few other students as I searched for my room. 155....156.....157.....158.....159....160 "f**k, yeah!" I exclaimed, arriving at room 160. My new home. The room was at the far end of the hallway, and the door was slightly ajar. I was tensed. I had checked my roommate's name at the hostel governor's office, and I knew only two things about him. His name was Larry, and he majored in Computer Engineering. I pushed the door open and walked in, pulling my luggage behind me. "Nate!" Someone exclaimed, rising up from the bed on one side of the room. I shot a glance at my new roommate and took in his details. He had a handsome face with a sharp bone structure, a pair of ice-blue almond eyes and heavily fringed lashes. "I've been expecting you all week." He said, as he closed up the space between us and enveloped me in a bear hug. I smiled again. This time, it was genuine. I spent the next few hours unpacking, and later that evening, he gave me an apple pie and a carton of milk. We didn't have much interaction afterward, as we mostly kept to ourselves, sitting in our different desks while we filled the required paperwork for the dormitory. Soon, it was dinnertime. "Nate, I'm headed over to the dining Hall to grab dinner, care to join me?" he asked. That was it. Over dinner that night, I got to know my new roommate a little better. He was from New york, and college was the only thing that brought him to Los Angeles. His mother died when he was five, and he grew up with just his dad and no sibling. He worked out twice a day, and was crazy about video games, looked forward to working with Carz after college. Since we were going to be living together for the next nine months, I decided to let him know my sexuality. I was gay, and only a few people know this. I was surprised that Larry took it well. "That's great, Bro, thanks for letting me know. I'm totally cool with it," he said with a shrug. I smiled with relief. Soon, we were done with dinner, and we returned to our separate corners in the dormitory. It wasn't long before I realized that Larry and I were almost opposites. He was obsessed with gaming and sports, on the other hand, I only had interest in politics and musical theater and psychology. We barely interacted for the rest of the evening, until it was time for bed. "Hey man, I'm totally exhausted, and I want to hit the sack," he said, as he rose from his desk and let out a lazy yawn. I nodded, closing my laptop, "I feel sleepy as well. I'm actually gonna go to bed too" "Nate uh....I usually sleep naked. I hope you don't mind. Is that cool with you?" My mouth ran dry as I watched him from across the dimly lit room. "I don't wanna make you uncomfortable," he said. A cold chill ran down my spine as I bobbed my head. "Oh yeah, sure. You own this room as much as I do, so I'm cool with that." I lied, trying to sound as unbothered as possible. My heart was thumping furiously. During dinner, it took everything in me to not stare at his chest and shoulders, which were practically bursting out from his tiny tank top. And now I have to not look at him while he's naked? "Thanks, Nate. Clothes make me so uncomfortable, damn. At least this way, you won't have to hear me tossing and turning all night," Larry said, grinning. He quickly took off his tank top, exposing a smooth and rippling eight-pack abs which was flanked by the most sexy deep v cuts I've ever seen. I froze. A cold wave of electricity ran through my body. It started from the top of my head and pulsated all the way through my nether regions to my feet. I yanked my head away in one swift way, silently hoping he didn't catch me staring. "Nate! Don't stare. You'll creep him out" I whispered. It wasn't long before I realized that my briefs were beginning to feel tighter, as the electric pulse which ran through me now gathered between my legs. Hell, no! My briefs were getting wetter. I slowly turned my head to the left, trying to catch a quick glimpse at Larry. Larry was now stark naked. He had his back turned towards me as he typed on his phone. The perfect Greek statue. He was smoothly sculpted from top to bottom, two round buttocks that looked like two big scoops of chocolate ice cream. Then, he hopped on his bed and threw his blanket over his figure. He was still typing on his phone, seemingly unaware that I had grown rock hard from just looking at me. A lump formed in my throat and I exhaled. This was going to be a difficult next nine months. ************** Few weeks passed and nothing changed. Larry would strip off his clothes every night, before getting into bed. It was too much to handle for me. As long as Larry was in the room, he took his clothes off, and soon, he started walking around naked, even during the day. At some point, I was sure I saw him more often without clothes than in it. I forced myself not to stare each time, but it was almost impossible. One night, I was studying for one of my music classes when Larry decided to strike up a conversation with me. "So Nate, do you have a boyfriend? You barely had any visitors ever since you moved in" Larry asked while doing crunches on the floor. He fully naked as usual. I held my breath; it would be difficult to maintain eye contact now. "Uhm, No," I said with a sigh as I kept my eyes glued to the textbook before me. "Why not? You're gorgeous." A flush crept up my face. Gorgeous? He saw me that way? "Well, I've been on a couple of dates, but that's where it all ended. None of them really became long term." "What's your definition of dates?" "Uhm, I mean, dinner and a movie." "Stop lying, Man!" Larry said laughing. "I'm pretty sure you have had s*x too. You don't strike me as a virgin." "Ok fine. I've had my fair share of dicks." "What do you do with them exactly?" "What is this, an interview? Why do you wanna know?" I snapped at him. It was becoming uncomfortable because no one had asked me about my s*x life in such detail before. " You're literally the only gay guy I know personally. The only... queer people I knew in Texas were lesbians. So, I'm a bit curious to learn more about you." "Ok... well what do you wanna know?" I sighed. "Do you suck d**k?" "That depends on the guy who is involved." "Do you get turned on when you do it?" "Well, I can only speak for myself. I enjoy sucking d**k, I like the feeling of making someone else get pleasure." "What do you mean?" "It get horny when I hear a guy moaning as I suck his d**k. I also love the taste of c*m in my mouth." I muttered, almost breathless. "Incredible! So, it's safe to say you're a giver, huh?" There was a tingle in my pants, as the conversation was starting take a weird turn. I shot a quick glance at Larry. He was still busy doing crunches on the floor, making it hard for me to know if he was only curious or headed somewhere with these questions. "Yeah, I guess that's right. I give a lot of head." Without any warning, the conversation ended abruptly. Larry shot up to his feet, grabbed a towel, and headed for the bathroom. ************** The next weekend, I was watching an episode of one of my favorite thriller series. I was almost at the peak of the movie when I thought I heard a faint moaning coming from afar. It sounded familiar, like Larry. I paused the movie, and still facing the screen of my laptop, I slowly took off the right speaker from my ear, as I listened intently. Deep, soft groans bounced at me from the other side of the room. My mind raced. Wait, Was Larry doing what I thought he was doing? I c****d my head to the side and slowly looked back. I turned my head back slowly. My eyes almost popped out at what I saw before me. Larry was seated in his chair, running his right hand against the length of his fully erect p***s with his right hand while he fondled his left n*****s with his other hand. There was a porn video playing on his laptop, and his attention was on it. Somehow, he didn't notice me at the other end of the room, gaping at his clearly visible jerk off session with astonishment. My breath hitched as I realized that his d**k was even more bigger when it was hard. I was getting stiffer by the second, just as I watched his hand movements. I quickly turned back to face my laptop screen. This wasn't happening! I could barely believe that Larry was stroking himself right in my presence. My underwear started to get sticky from excitement and a million thoughts rushed through my mind. Without thinking, I shoved my right hand into my boxers, and started rubbing myself, feeling my c**k grow even stiffer with each touch. I remained still in my chair, for about five minutes, sneaking a look at Larry every few seconds. Soon, my palms became sticky with pre-c*m as I quietly stroked my c**k up and down. "Hey, do you need help?" Someone said behind me, taking me unawares. I jerked my head to face Larry. He was looking straight at me, and there was a cheeky smile on his face.