First Year in the Dorm

It was my freshman year at an east coast liberal arts college, and I had just turned 18 that summer. I spent the first few months getting acquainted with campus, with being away from home, with new-found freedom, and with a new group of friends. I had a roommate for the first time, and this was probably the biggest adjustment of all.

Tommy and I didn't have a lot in common. He was athletic, I was a nerd. He was tall, I was not. He was blonde, my hair was brown. His friend circle grew faster than mine - he had friends from his baseball team but he was just confident and handsome and people were drawn to him. I was none of those things, but he was nice to me and often invited me to events where I didn't really fit in.

Where he was about sports and the popular scene, I initially found my people in the student newspaper and the movie club. I went to game nights and debates and I was pretty sure I was never going to get laid at this rate. I admired several young ladies on the newspaper staff and there was one girl in my dorm hall that I knew was out of my league, but I fantasized about her nightly. So I focused on my courses and just tried to make the most of my first year at school.

It was in one of my classes - Intro to Social Anthropology- that I first met Eric. He had long, dark hair and wore a tie-dyed shirt. He had the vibe of the burnout clique in my high school, but he was very engaged in the class and I was impressed with how smart he seemed. I enjoyed watching his interactions with the professor - he had a confidence in his knowledge that I would never master. How does an 18 year old guy know so much about anthrolopology already? He made me laugh a lot in that class, and he noticed on more than one occasion.

I was walking back to my dorm one day, and I swiped my card to go in. As the door was closing, someone called out, "Can you hold that?" They told us a hundred times not to hold the door for anyone, but instincts take over and I held the door. Eric reached out and grabbed the door handle.

"Thanks", he said, catching his breath from jogging up. "Oh, hey", he said, recognition spreading across his face. "Anthro guy!"

I was oddly happy that he recognized me, and I laughed very awkwardly and said, "That's me. Anthro guy." Ugh, I thought, what a dork.

Eric smiled, shifted his backpack on his shoulder, and said, "I didnt know you lived in Williams Hall. What floor are you on?"

"Yeah, I have lived here all year." Jesus, what am I doing? Of course I lived here all year. It was October of freshman year. "I'm on the fifth floor."

Eric didn't seem to acknowledge the stupidity of my answer, and said, "No shit? I am too. How have I never seen you around?"

We stepped into the elevator and he pressed 5.

"Uhh", I fumbled for something to say.

Eric answered for me. "I guess I spend most of my time in my room."

"Yeah, me too", I lied. Why did I just lie?

The elevator doors slid open with a "ding" and we stepped out. I turned left toward my room and Eric turned right.

"Hey", Eric said as he walked backward down the hall. "Come by tonight after 8. Room 539. My mom sent some homemade cookies." He turned and walked away as i stood watching him go. I stood in place for a moment and wondered why I was standing in place, before the hallway came back into focus and I turned to walk to my room.

A few hours later, I had grabbed dinner at the main dining hall with Tommy and his friends and I was back in my room struggling to squeeze more words into an essay to meet the minimum page count. I was wondering how to turn one sentence into four when I noticed on my phone that it was ten after eight. Screw it, I could go for some cookies. I closed my computer and took a quick look in the mirror. Wait, why did I look in the mirror? I stepped out and headed down to the opposite end of the hallway. I stopped when I got to the door Eric said, and knocked softly. Nothing. I started to turn and when I heard the latch on the door opening, I froze. The door opened and Eric poked his head out. He smiled when he saw me and opened the door all the way to let me in. I walked in and took a look around. I was taking in the movie and music posters when it dawned on me the most unique feature of the room.

"There's only one bed. Do you not have a roommate."

"Correct, Anthro Guy. I have a single."

"How the hell did you get a single room?"

"Stick with me, bud. I'll let you in on all the secrets", he chuckled and sat on the couch in front of a wide screen TV. He reached into the cooler at his feet and pulled out a beer bottle, holding it out to me.

I was not a big drinker. I was not a big anything, really. But I took the beer because, well, because I didn't want to look like a loser, I guess. I twisted off the cap, took a swig, and sat down on the couch next to Eric. He clinked his bottle against mine and took a box off the table. He opened it and held it open for me. Inside was an assortment of tasty looking cookies. He nudged the box toward me and i took a sugar cookie with sprinkles, snapping off a big bite. It was sublime. My own mom wasn't much of a baker. I wasn't used to this. I gulped down the rest of my cookie and washed it down with a swig of beer, which didn't taste nearly as good as the cookie.

We spent the next hour (or two? Three?) bullshitting. We talked about our hometowns, our families, our high school friend groups, what we thought we wanted to do with our lives. We talked about movies and music and politics and books. It was the most stimulating conversation I had ever had. We had more cookies. And more beer. I was starting to feel both. Eventually the conversation turned to girls and sex. Eric asked if I was a virgin, and I thought about lying, but I didn't. "Yup", I shrugged. "Still waiting for the right girl, I guess", I said with an embarrassed smile.

Eric chuckled, "Well find the right girl for you."

"What about you? Are you a virgin?"

Eric's eyes twinkled as he said, "Oh, I found the right girl a couple years ago. And then I found the next right girl. I've had a few partners before I came here."

Partners was a weird word. Why did he say partners and not girls?

"But not much luck here yet. I'm in a dry spell!"

"If you're having a dry spell, I'm in a drought," I said as he handed me another beer and we each took a drink, laughing together.

We each stared into space for a few seconds, the beers really starting to lighten my mood.

"I have an idea", Eric said. He tapped quickly on his laptop keyboard, and the TV flickered to life. It looked like one of the popular porn sites, and I was startled when a video started playing. It was a woman in a bra and panties making out with two men in boxers, kissing one then the other. The guys each reaching over and fondling a tit. Her reaching down with both hands, rubbing their bulges through their boxers.

I was no stranger to porn - I watched plenty. Jerking off to porn was the extent of my sex life. But I never watched with anyone else. Certainly not with another dude. But Eric was watching it as if it was the most normal thing in the world. He even said, "Watch this part", as the woman was now taking their two hard, and abnormally large, cocks her mouth together. I had never seen anything like it. How did she fit them both?

"How does she fit them both," I said because I surely didn't know. Eric shrugged. "Maybe she has a hinged jaw like a snake", he laughed.

I laughed too. It was funny. I was a little drunk. And it occured to me that I was also horny. My own cock was starting to swell in my pants. And it was getting uncomfortable.

The video had reached its, uh, climax. The two muscle bound guys were shooting thick ropes of cum on the woman's face and tits. Eric tapped a few keys and another video started. It seemed to be of the same genre, though the three people all looked to be different. As the scene started getting hot and heavy, I realized I was rubbing my cock through my pants. As that realization set in I froze and slowly turned to me left. Where I saw Eric smiling at me.

"Dude, just jerk off. I don't care. And i dont have a roommate, as you very cleverly noticed."

I was mortified. My hand was frozen in place. No sound was coming out of my mouth.

Eric laughed. "Oh brother, you're too uptight." He unbuckled bis belt and opened his pants. "Its not gay, man. It's just jerking off." And with that he pulled his pants and black boxer/briefs down to his ankles and his hard cock bounced out. I had never seen another hard cock before. It was not huge, but proportionate to Eric's body. He had a line of hair that emerged from under his shirt and charted a path down to the dark bush at the base of Eric's cock. The whole thing was so weird, I could barely process what I was looking at. Eric wrapped his hand around his cock and started to pump. His other hand was softly fondling his balls, which were scrunched up under his cock on the couch. "Go ahead, man."

I looked from Eric jerking his hard cock to the tv and back again. I was drunk, I was horny, and I had a burst of confidence like never before. I looped my fingers in the waistband of my sweatpants and boxers and pulled them down to the floor, my own rock hard cock in open air with another human for the first time. Eric let out a hoot. "That's it, Anthro Guy!"

I laughed and circled my hand around my cock and started to pump. I could not believe this. I watched as Eric and I both pumped our cocks, which were just about the same size, though his was thicker than mine. I was suddenly glad for the beer because I might have cum right there.

We continued watching the video and jerking our cocks. At this point the woman was on all fours, with one muscle guy fucking her from behind, his hands grasping her hips, while she sucked the other guy's cock. Everyone looked very sweaty. My knee was leaning against Eric's as I started to lose myself. My cock felt so good in my hand, and I reached my other hand up under my shirt to play with my nipples. Eric was moaning. Or was that me? Were we both moaning?

My balls started to feel warm and tingly and I knew I didn't have long. I glanced over at Eric and he was pumping his cock faster, kneading his balls with his other hand. The warmth started to rise from my balls.

"Oh fuck", I said as I pulled my shirt up my chest. After two more pumps my cock erupted. Jets of cum shot up my chest, one going far enough to hit my chin. Four more splashed on the light hair on my chest.

At that moment, Eric grunted and turned toward me, his cock an inch off my stomach. I was speechless as I watched his cock get redder and then explode, shooting his load all over the pool of cum already on my chest. We both panted as he milked the last few drips of cum out of his cock and wiped the tip on my chest, which felt like sparks when it touched me. He chuckled and reached over the the side table and grabbed a towel. He handed me the towel, and said, "That was hot, man."

I took the towel but lay motionless. I was paralyzed by a combination of post-nut anxiety and the undeniable feeling that I just experienced the hottest moment of my life. I wanted to run back to my room, but I couldn't move. I was reclining on a dorm couch with a big pool of white cum dripping down my chest and stomach. The musky smell was overwhelming. My senses were overloading. Eric broke the spell with a laugh and took the towel back, softly blotting all the cum off my torso. He threw the towel toward the closet and pulled up his pants.

"Well that feels better, huh?"

My brain was starting to reconnect with the world, and I said, "Um yeah. I should probably go. I have class first thing."

Eric smiled and nodded. "Yeah that's cool. We should do it again tomorrow night."

I pulled my pants up and rose, "Um, yeah.

Tomorrow sounds good."

I went to the door and pulled it open. "Thanks for all the...thanks for everything", I said as I stepped out into the hall.

"You got it Anthro Guy", Eric laughed. "See you tomorrow."

The door closed behind me and I walked back to my room in a daze. Tommy was out as usual and I fell right into bed as soon as I got back, still trying to make sense of what had just happened. I ran my hand over my chest, feeling the residue of our cum. I sniffed my fingers. There it was, that musky smell. I licked my finger. I could taste something. My god, I was rock hard again already. I pushed my pants down around my thighs and started to jerk off again, running my hand through the hair on my chest and stomach. The smell of our cum still fresh in my nostrils. In no time at all, my balls were clenching and I shot another hot, creamy load onto my chest and stomach. This time I swiped up a bit on my finger and popped it in my mouth before it felt too weird. It was salty and sweet and maybe bitter. Why was I tasting my cum?, I asked myself. Post nut clarity really struck then and I cleaned myself up.

I lay back on the pillow, my head heavy. My eyes closed, and as I drifted off to sleep all I could see in my mind's eye was Eric's hard cock shooting cum on my chest. As I fell asleep, I knew deep down I was hard all over again. And I was looking forward to tomorrow.

To be continued...