Tuesday afternoon was my prime window to masturbate. My roommate had class at exactly 1:30 and i would return from my classes an hour earlier. With him gone for roughly two hours, I had ample time to relax and enjoy myself. Today hadn't seemed any different. At 1:15, I was sitting at my desk knocking out a few paragraphs for a Literature paper when my roommate Jaimie said goodbye. I gave him a friendly reply and watched him gather his things and leave. When ten minutes had elapsed I clicked to my favorite porn site and loaded a video while I stripped naked and grabbed a fresh pair of socks. As the video began, I stuffed one sock deep in my mouth and rolled the other over my cock and began jacking off, mewling quietly into my gag.
I should mention: I love bondage. I love watching people tied up get mercilessly fucked and humiliated and I often fantasize about doing it to others. But lately my tastes had changed. I had begun to fantasize about being in the submissive role and found it deeply arousing. There was only one problem: I couldn't get turned on at the the thought of submitting to a woman. I really tried but it just didn't do it for me. I have nothing against strong women and in fact I admire them a great deal and enjoy working with women in leadership. But as far as the bedroom went with a girl, I enjoyed being a top. But the desire to be dominated, tied up and fucked, was strong so I began to see what male on male bondage was all about.
I found it deeply erotic and began to incorporate some self bondage into my private time. Still, it was a bit disappointing to know that this would remain a fantasy. Coming from a Christian background, I didn't think getting into a gay relationship was a possibility. Not only that, but the only gay bondage porn available tended to lean more into the muscle bound hunky leather type of bondage, whereas I was more interested in the way women were bound and dominated.
But horny beggars can't be choosers I guess. So I tried to make the best of what I had and continued my sexual awakening. The video today was of a young man not much older than me being taken from behind by a mechanic in his auto shop. It wasn't bad. The setting was a bit rough and dirty for my taste, but the actors were attractive and the submissive was ball-gagged for most of the video. Being gagged is one of my top turn-ons in bondage and I also found it rare to find a video where a male actor stayed gagged for very long, usually so the dom could take his mouth.
I was getting quite drawn into the video and nearing a climax when the door to the dorm opened and my roommate strode in.
"Hey man, class got canceled an-OH SHIT."
I let out a fuck that was muffled by the sock and slammed my laptop shut while covering my exposed cock with my hands. I quickly grabbed the sock out of my mouth and started grabbing clothes.
"Hey man, I can come back later..." my roommate awkwardly offered from the half closed door, averting his gaze to give me some blessed privacy.
"No need! I was just leaving!" I said in a "panicked but trying to hide it" voice as I pulled my underwear and jeans on and searched for a shirt.
"Are you sure?"
"Yup! S'all good!" Even I didn't buy that voice as I tugged on my flip flops and grabbed my wallet.
When I was fully dressed I opened the door and pushed past Jaimie without looking at him.
"Bye!" I said briskly as I hurried away, down the stairs and put the building, not sure where I was going as long as it was far away.
As I walked I could feel my face burning in shame. It would have been one thing if Jaimie had just caught me masturbating. It would have been awkward, but still understandable. But this was something else. He had seen me nude, gagged and jacking off to another bound and gagged man. What must he think of me. Or worse, what would other people think when he told them. On one hand Jaimie was a pretty polite and nice roommate who didn't seem to truck in a lot of harmful gossip. But this was a helluva nightmare roommate story. I certainly wasn't sure if I wouldn't tell some people of the roles had been reversed.
As I walked around campus, trying to kill time stopping at the library and eventually getting dinner, I ran through everything I could say to Jaimie, knowing that I would have to go back. As a freshman, all my friends lived on campus and I didn't have anywhere else to crash tonight.
Finally, as the sun began to sink, I returned, full of dread, to my dorm.
When I opened my door Jaimie was looking intently at an exam study guide on his laptop with noise canceling headphones in. With his back to the door, he didn't notice me enter until my reflection played on his screen. I winced as he took the headphones off to look at me.
"Hey."
"Hey." I managed sheepishly.
"Look, about what happened..."
"No it's not your fault, we don't ne-"
"My class got canceled last minute-"
"Understandable."
"I didn't think about-"
"Why would you? It's no big deal." I said tripping over myself to stop him from continuing on that conversation. But I did have one thing to ask.
"If it's all the same to you, could we just keep that between us?"
Jaimie gave a smile and nodded. "No one will hear it from me."
I breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks. I was so embarrassed."
"I understand. But there's no need to be embarrassed." He said sheepishly. "You've nearly caught me a few times."
"Oh?" I said, my voice a mix of surprise and curiosity.
"Yeah. Funnily enough, it was the same video."
The room got silent for awhile as we stared at each other.
"Wait, you're gay?" I asked.
"Mmhmm. Didn't know you were though."
"Oh-well-I'm not really...I'm-I like the idea of being tied up by a guy but-that's about it." The color rose in my cheeks. I had shared my bondage fetish with a friend of mine, but this was the first time I admitted any bisexual Fantasies out loud and for some reason it had just spilled out. Then again, this was the same guy who saw me naked with a sock in my mouth and moaning like a whore while I stroked myself. I suppose we had crossed a few thresholds.
Jaimie nodded. "I get it. I dabbled in self bondage growing up since I didn't have anyone to do it to." He shared that like it was the easiest thing in the world to get off his chest.
My heart quickened it's pace. "Me too!" I offered. "That was the first time I came actually."
Silence.
Oh Jesus. What the fuck did I just say?
Jaimie raised an eyebrow. "The first time you came, ever, was when you tied yourself up?"
I crossed my arms defensively.
"I mean...that wasn't the plan! I was too young to even really know what an orgasm was. I just wanted to tie someone up and I was the only person available. So I used my bed sheets and wriggled around in my bed one night and it felt really good...so I kept on until out of nowhere...you know."
