Rob and I didn't know each other until we were roommates, but I think it's an unwritten rule in life that it's easier to become friends with your roommate than to become roommates with a friend. It seemed to work for Rob and for me.
In some ways, Rob and I were very different. Rob was 6'2", barrel-chested, black hair, furry all over (well, not his back), v-waisted, sort of a "natural body-builder" frame. I was 6'0", trim and tight, but my shoulders weren't much wider than my hips, and not much body hair beyond a patch between my pects and a treasure trail. Before I met Rob, I thought my hair was dark brown, but his hair was so dark, it made mine look lighter by comparison.
In some ways, Rob and I were pretty similar. We were both pretty easy-going, but serious about our schooling and studies. We were both in Engineering tracks, and could "talk tech" with the best of them. We worked when we needed to work, and relaxed when we needed to relax. Neither one of us kept pants on much more than we needed - stripping down to our briefs and pulling on a pair of gym shorts during the day, or just staying in our underwear in the evening.
Seeing each other naked was no big deal. Our dorm had gang showers, so we saw a lot of our friends and neighbors with nothing on. Rob was maybe a little more relaxed about things - he would strip off totally before finding what he was going to wear - often standing at his chest of drawers completely naked looking for fresh underwear, where as I tended to find fresh shorts before taking everything off. Rob also slept in boxers. While we were both "plain white briefs" guys during the day, Rob liked to "swing free" in bed, and I just wore my underwear to bed. Sometimes, if Rob was gone overnight or something, I'd sleep naked, but the novelty of it often kept me jacking off much of the night.
Rob and I both liked the company of women, make no mistake, but I won't deny that his body fascinated me. Rob just seemed so manly compared to my slighter frame, smoother skin, less pronounced chin-shadow, and his more aggressive approach to finding sex. Rob had no problem at all with the concept of the one-night stand.
The fact that Rob was getting sex more than me didn't seem to take the edge off his horniness. I'd see Rob's cock sticking out of his boxers more mornings than not, and it would be hard and throbbing. I don't think he'd ever seen me hard, but being seen that way didn't seem to bother him. He'd nonchalantly tuck himself back in without a sheepish look or trying to hide. I thought about making an off-hand comment, like "nice one," or something, but never did.
I also enjoyed watching Rob jack off. Not that he was showing me, or anything, I just pretended to be a heavier sleeper than I was. At least once a week, Rob would come home late, after I was in bed, maybe with a beer or two under his belt, leave the lights off, strip naked, and find his boxers, as usual. Instead of putting the shorts on, Rob would get a used towel from his laundry basket, and drop the towel and the boxers beside his bed. Then Rob would lay down, still naked, boning up if not already fully hard. Even with the lights out, we had a lot of light in our room from a courtyard light not far from our window. I had no trouble at all seeing Rob stroke his cock, rub his balls, thrust his hips, and shoot high in the air, landing all over his furry chest and tummy. As the earthy smell of his permeated the room, Rob would wipe up with the towel, toss it toward his laundry basket, and slip his boxers on.
These jack-off shows blew me away! Before Rob, I'd never really seen another guy hard, and certainly not masturbating and ejaculating! The first time I saw Rob do it, I was so shocked I didn't know whether to spit or wind my watch. The second time, I had a spontaneous ejaculation and creamed my shorts watching him shoot. >From the third time on, I'd quietly push the front of my shorts down and jack along with Rob. I made it a practice of putting a sock in bed with me any time I went to bed and Rob was out - I'd slip the sock over my cock before ming to contain the mess and toss it in my laundry with my shorts in the morning.
Rob quickly became the focus of my sexual fantasies. I didn't really think about it, but my jack-off time was focused on Rob's body. Rob's balls were a bit bigger than mine, and his cock was intriguingly different. My cock is about 6.5" long, and quite thick (as I now understand), very straight, with a blunt tip. Rob's cock is longer than mine, a bit thinner, with an upward curve, and his cockhead was sort of arrow-head shaped. At some point, without really meaning to, it occurred to me that if there was a cock built for opening up a butt, this had to be it. The thought shocked me at the time, but once in awhile, I did wonder what it would be like to be mounted by Rob, and what it must feel like to be butt-fucked. I came pretty hard thinking about that, jacking myself and rubbing my pucker.
I'd have never made a move on Rob, or given him any hint of this. I'm sure that I never did, consciously or in any recognizable way, reveal any of those dark, hidden thoughts. Fate seems to have had other plans.
Rob and I horsed around like any guy roommates that get along OK. We'd wrestle, and, due to the size and aggressiveness differences, I'd always loose, but we'd both be laughing and having a great time. Often times, we wouldn't have much on when these wrestling matches would occur, like just our briefs. If one of us started boning up, the wrestling would just sort of stop, without anyone calling attention to why.
The fateful event happened on a Saturday morning. It was bright and sunny. I tended to be more of a morning person than Rob, anyway, and I had just completed a bunch of assignments, so I was looking forward to a full weekend of fun and relaxation. I hopped out of bed with the early birds, pounding my chest and practically crowing with youth, virility, and the prospect of just-plain fun. My bright attitude was met with Rob's pillow, sent with high velocity (but good humor) from his side of the room. I launched myself on top of him in return, and in seconds, we were wrestling on the floor.
In no time, I was on the bottom, and Rob was on top of and behind me. I suddenly realized that something warm and hard was rubbing against me - sometimes on the back of my briefs, sometimes against my bare legs below the briefs - but it felt like bare skin - and it had to be Rob's cock, out his boxers fly. My struggling slowed down as I tried to process this information. Before I could make much of it, I started to feel sticky dampness, and I knew that Rob was starting to leak pre, and it was getting on me.
"Yew! You're getting me messy, man!"
Rob rubbed against me intentionally a few times - his cock slipped between my legs under my balls - I could feel him against my bare thighs and my cotton-covered nutsack. "Well, you're the one that jumped me - and you know I almost always have morning wood!"
"That doesn't mean I want your dogwater all over me!"
I felt one of Rob's big paws move down my chest, across my stomach, and rest on my crotch. With a gentle squeeze, Rob assessed the situation. "Well, bro, you're doing a number on the inside."
I realized he was right - my dick was hard, and jumped at his touch, enlarging the wet spot already there.
"Maybe you'd rather have it inside your shorts than outside?" With that, Rob moved his hand from the pouch of my shorts to the back, and pulled down the back of my underwear. His oozing cockhead slipped between my thighs again, but this time, against my bare balls, with my briefs holding it in place.
"That is so gross! I can NOT believe you did that!" I spat out, laughing. My laughter moved our bodies against each other, and we both gasped from the feelings. Rob's hips responded reflexively, and he started dry-humping (well, pretty wet, but you know what I mean) my nutsack - and his hand grabbed our two cocks and my balls from the front.
Despite the intense feelings - and loving having Rob's warm, furry chest pressed against my bare back - I decided that this was 'way outside my comfort zone. I tried to pull away, but the result was that Rob's cock - now harder and wetter than ever - got pulled out from between my thighs and tracked right up the crack of my ass, coming to rest right in my pucker. Rob's wrestling instincts were to keep me from escaping, and he pulled me back - I felt the arrow-head shaped tip of his dick begin to open my hole. At this point, my inexperience really betrayed me, and I tried to push his cock out of me, just like I'd push out a crap. As you experienced man-sex guys know, that just opened me up, and without either of us exactly meaning for it to happen, Rob's cockhead slipped into my ring.
Whatever I though this would feel like in my jerk-off fantasies, this was so much more intense as to be completely different - totally outside my experience, and with nothing to compare it to. Even though his cock was only just barely in me, I felt like electricity was sparkling through my body. The feeling in my hole wasn't exactly pain, but a burning feeling of stretching and just the most intense thing I've ever experienced. My mind panicked, and I wanted to yell, "take it out!" but my body betrayed me, and no words would come out.
Rob's body knew right what to do, however, and "what to do" was fuck. Rob started moving his hips, very slightly at first, but working me open and working in deeper. Almost before either of us knew what was happening, I felt Rob's boxers pressed against my bared bottom, and I knew he was in me to his balls. Rob froze, and I finally managed to find the ability to speak.
"Rob - I don't really think I want to be butt-fucked!"
In some ways, Rob and I were very different. Rob was 6'2", barrel-chested, black hair, furry all over (well, not his back), v-waisted, sort of a "natural body-builder" frame. I was 6'0", trim and tight, but my shoulders weren't much wider than my hips, and not much body hair beyond a patch between my pects and a treasure trail. Before I met Rob, I thought my hair was dark brown, but his hair was so dark, it made mine look lighter by comparison.
In some ways, Rob and I were pretty similar. We were both pretty easy-going, but serious about our schooling and studies. We were both in Engineering tracks, and could "talk tech" with the best of them. We worked when we needed to work, and relaxed when we needed to relax. Neither one of us kept pants on much more than we needed - stripping down to our briefs and pulling on a pair of gym shorts during the day, or just staying in our underwear in the evening.
Seeing each other naked was no big deal. Our dorm had gang showers, so we saw a lot of our friends and neighbors with nothing on. Rob was maybe a little more relaxed about things - he would strip off totally before finding what he was going to wear - often standing at his chest of drawers completely naked looking for fresh underwear, where as I tended to find fresh shorts before taking everything off. Rob also slept in boxers. While we were both "plain white briefs" guys during the day, Rob liked to "swing free" in bed, and I just wore my underwear to bed. Sometimes, if Rob was gone overnight or something, I'd sleep naked, but the novelty of it often kept me jacking off much of the night.
Rob and I both liked the company of women, make no mistake, but I won't deny that his body fascinated me. Rob just seemed so manly compared to my slighter frame, smoother skin, less pronounced chin-shadow, and his more aggressive approach to finding sex. Rob had no problem at all with the concept of the one-night stand.
The fact that Rob was getting sex more than me didn't seem to take the edge off his horniness. I'd see Rob's cock sticking out of his boxers more mornings than not, and it would be hard and throbbing. I don't think he'd ever seen me hard, but being seen that way didn't seem to bother him. He'd nonchalantly tuck himself back in without a sheepish look or trying to hide. I thought about making an off-hand comment, like "nice one," or something, but never did.
I also enjoyed watching Rob jack off. Not that he was showing me, or anything, I just pretended to be a heavier sleeper than I was. At least once a week, Rob would come home late, after I was in bed, maybe with a beer or two under his belt, leave the lights off, strip naked, and find his boxers, as usual. Instead of putting the shorts on, Rob would get a used towel from his laundry basket, and drop the towel and the boxers beside his bed. Then Rob would lay down, still naked, boning up if not already fully hard. Even with the lights out, we had a lot of light in our room from a courtyard light not far from our window. I had no trouble at all seeing Rob stroke his cock, rub his balls, thrust his hips, and shoot high in the air, landing all over his furry chest and tummy. As the earthy smell of his permeated the room, Rob would wipe up with the towel, toss it toward his laundry basket, and slip his boxers on.
These jack-off shows blew me away! Before Rob, I'd never really seen another guy hard, and certainly not masturbating and ejaculating! The first time I saw Rob do it, I was so shocked I didn't know whether to spit or wind my watch. The second time, I had a spontaneous ejaculation and creamed my shorts watching him shoot. >From the third time on, I'd quietly push the front of my shorts down and jack along with Rob. I made it a practice of putting a sock in bed with me any time I went to bed and Rob was out - I'd slip the sock over my cock before ming to contain the mess and toss it in my laundry with my shorts in the morning.
Rob quickly became the focus of my sexual fantasies. I didn't really think about it, but my jack-off time was focused on Rob's body. Rob's balls were a bit bigger than mine, and his cock was intriguingly different. My cock is about 6.5" long, and quite thick (as I now understand), very straight, with a blunt tip. Rob's cock is longer than mine, a bit thinner, with an upward curve, and his cockhead was sort of arrow-head shaped. At some point, without really meaning to, it occurred to me that if there was a cock built for opening up a butt, this had to be it. The thought shocked me at the time, but once in awhile, I did wonder what it would be like to be mounted by Rob, and what it must feel like to be butt-fucked. I came pretty hard thinking about that, jacking myself and rubbing my pucker.
I'd have never made a move on Rob, or given him any hint of this. I'm sure that I never did, consciously or in any recognizable way, reveal any of those dark, hidden thoughts. Fate seems to have had other plans.
Rob and I horsed around like any guy roommates that get along OK. We'd wrestle, and, due to the size and aggressiveness differences, I'd always loose, but we'd both be laughing and having a great time. Often times, we wouldn't have much on when these wrestling matches would occur, like just our briefs. If one of us started boning up, the wrestling would just sort of stop, without anyone calling attention to why.
The fateful event happened on a Saturday morning. It was bright and sunny. I tended to be more of a morning person than Rob, anyway, and I had just completed a bunch of assignments, so I was looking forward to a full weekend of fun and relaxation. I hopped out of bed with the early birds, pounding my chest and practically crowing with youth, virility, and the prospect of just-plain fun. My bright attitude was met with Rob's pillow, sent with high velocity (but good humor) from his side of the room. I launched myself on top of him in return, and in seconds, we were wrestling on the floor.
In no time, I was on the bottom, and Rob was on top of and behind me. I suddenly realized that something warm and hard was rubbing against me - sometimes on the back of my briefs, sometimes against my bare legs below the briefs - but it felt like bare skin - and it had to be Rob's cock, out his boxers fly. My struggling slowed down as I tried to process this information. Before I could make much of it, I started to feel sticky dampness, and I knew that Rob was starting to leak pre, and it was getting on me.
"Yew! You're getting me messy, man!"
Rob rubbed against me intentionally a few times - his cock slipped between my legs under my balls - I could feel him against my bare thighs and my cotton-covered nutsack. "Well, you're the one that jumped me - and you know I almost always have morning wood!"
"That doesn't mean I want your dogwater all over me!"
I felt one of Rob's big paws move down my chest, across my stomach, and rest on my crotch. With a gentle squeeze, Rob assessed the situation. "Well, bro, you're doing a number on the inside."
I realized he was right - my dick was hard, and jumped at his touch, enlarging the wet spot already there.
"Maybe you'd rather have it inside your shorts than outside?" With that, Rob moved his hand from the pouch of my shorts to the back, and pulled down the back of my underwear. His oozing cockhead slipped between my thighs again, but this time, against my bare balls, with my briefs holding it in place.
"That is so gross! I can NOT believe you did that!" I spat out, laughing. My laughter moved our bodies against each other, and we both gasped from the feelings. Rob's hips responded reflexively, and he started dry-humping (well, pretty wet, but you know what I mean) my nutsack - and his hand grabbed our two cocks and my balls from the front.
Despite the intense feelings - and loving having Rob's warm, furry chest pressed against my bare back - I decided that this was 'way outside my comfort zone. I tried to pull away, but the result was that Rob's cock - now harder and wetter than ever - got pulled out from between my thighs and tracked right up the crack of my ass, coming to rest right in my pucker. Rob's wrestling instincts were to keep me from escaping, and he pulled me back - I felt the arrow-head shaped tip of his dick begin to open my hole. At this point, my inexperience really betrayed me, and I tried to push his cock out of me, just like I'd push out a crap. As you experienced man-sex guys know, that just opened me up, and without either of us exactly meaning for it to happen, Rob's cockhead slipped into my ring.
Whatever I though this would feel like in my jerk-off fantasies, this was so much more intense as to be completely different - totally outside my experience, and with nothing to compare it to. Even though his cock was only just barely in me, I felt like electricity was sparkling through my body. The feeling in my hole wasn't exactly pain, but a burning feeling of stretching and just the most intense thing I've ever experienced. My mind panicked, and I wanted to yell, "take it out!" but my body betrayed me, and no words would come out.
Rob's body knew right what to do, however, and "what to do" was fuck. Rob started moving his hips, very slightly at first, but working me open and working in deeper. Almost before either of us knew what was happening, I felt Rob's boxers pressed against my bared bottom, and I knew he was in me to his balls. Rob froze, and I finally managed to find the ability to speak.
"Rob - I don't really think I want to be butt-fucked!"