Mick Delbasco was shy. So shy in fact that he nearly backed out of coming to school.
Mick was a freshman at ECU, and was planning on majoring in psychology. His roommate, Paul had arrived a few days earlier. Paul was a first-time-away-from-home-wanting-to-play-around-with-life boy. He had his own mini-fridge plugged into his side of the room, and brew skis were abundant.
“So, Mick, what are your plans for this wonderful alma mater?”
“I’m going to study Psychology.”
“Ah, zo, deahr docktor, vat zeems to be zee prohblem, ah yes?” Paul lifted his beer can as a tribute to his new roommate. “Sorry bud, I didn’t mean to make fun of you, but I myself, really never had the need for good old Freud?
“Oh. What are you planning to study?”
“Don’t really know, yet, just figured that I’d hang out a little bit. We’ve got plenty of time for that anyway, don’t you think, I mean it is four years after all.”
“True.”
“Do you want to listen to something good?”
“Sure, what do you have in mind?”
Paul sidled over to his leather bound CD case. It was quite extensive as it could hold something like 400.
Suddenly, the tunes of the Eurhythmics came pulsating through the sound system. Mick had to admit that he liked the music and that Paul seemed like a good enough fellow. The two boys talked for a little while longer, listening to the music, and gently sipping on their beers. “Do you mind if I light up?” Paul asked.
Mick paled, “Sure I guess so, but I have asthma.”
Paul grinned deeply, “So do I.” He went over to the window and hefted it open, here, I’ll blow the smoke out doors, so that it won’t bother either one of us, what do you say to that?”
Mick smiled. “That sounds all right to me, I don’t see why that wouldn’t work. Go for it.”
“Thanks bud.” Paul pointed the pack over at Mick, “You sure that you don’t want one?”
“Nope, I told you, I can’t.”
“C’mon they’re even better than sex.”
“I wouldn’t know, I’ve never had it.”
“Never had it?” Paul looked shocked. “Come on, you’re joshing me, a strapping boy like you. What do you take me for, do you think that I fell off the turnip truck last night?”
Mick blushed. “Nope, I’m serious I’ve never even had a masturbation session.”
All the color drained out of Paul’s face. “You have got to be kidding me. It’s so great…”
Mick smiled. “I swear I’m telling you the truth.”
“Not even a blow job?”
“Not even a blow job…”
Paul crushed out his cigarette in the cheesy ashtray that he’d brought along with him from home. It had a little fish, or mermaid thing at the bottom, with the ducts for the cigarette. “Well, this is something that we have to change right here and now.”
“Whatever do you mean?”
“It’s quite simple, you, my dear boy are going to strip.”
Mick’s eyes bugged out of his head, and he was positive that he hadn’t heard what he’d heard. “What?”
“Strip.”
When Mick made no move to do it, Paul walked over and stood right in front of him. His hands worked deftly and quickly, unbuckling the leather belt that his roommate wore. He quickly slid this from the loops and placed it on the floor in a pile.
Paul’s fingers gently slid down Mick’s zipper.
Mick, for his part looked a toss up between frightened out of his gourd and curious beyond all content.
As soon as the zipper was undone, Mick’s pants slid down to his knees and then fell to his ankles. Paul gently looked up at his friend. “Are you sure about this?”
Mick said not a word, but his head nodded a “yes.”
That was all that Paul needed, and he took his roommates cock in his hand and gently began to stroke him off, ever so gently.
