Slinging my backpack off my shoulder and onto my small twin bed, pulling my small laptop out of it as I go, twisting the blinds closed, and throwing myself into my desk chair. Letting the stress of a long Chem lab fall off my shoulders, I pull up a favorite porn clip and haul my cock out of my above-knee khaki shorts- very much the college style of the moment. Basically, repeating the post-Chem jerk-off ritual I'd followed for about a month now.
About a month prior, I'd set off from my parent's house an hour south of here and the drive was filled with fantasies about what college life might be like. My dick was basically hard the entire drive, even, as I imagined hitting crazy college parties and hooking up with jocks, twinks, and otters alike. Over the summer, I had come out proudly and to great reception by family and friends - even from my dad. Now, I was ready to really get out there and experience hot guy-on-guy action.
Nope. College, in reality, had meant mostly studying and being exhausted this far. Even as a freshman, I was foolishly taking some tough classes and more credits than I needed. Plus, it turned out going to college hadn't suddenly made me an outgoing, extroverted person. I was out, gay, in college - but still shy, uncertain, and probably gave off a geeky vibe at best - and a nerdy one at worst. Don't quiz me on the difference between the two in modern culture - but geek is unequivocally better than nerd. In fact, geeks could be sexy.
So, instead of getting wild and crazy in some sort of college locker room orgy, I was jerking off quietly in my dorm. Between videos, the screen went black and I caught a glimpse of myself reflected on the laptop screen. I smirked, as I looked so typically college freshman that it hurt. A short brown haircut, buzzed on the sides, skinny with just the very start of some muscle definition, tall but not quite lanky. Then, the clip started back up again and I was furiously pounding my dick again.
There was a light knock on the door, and I anxiously stuffed my cock back into my pants and minimized the window, pulling up Facebook instead. I huffed and I'm sure my face went red when my suite-mate, Dean, poked his head into the room.
"Hey, Connor - me and the guys are going to go grab dinner if you're hungry." Dean was conventionally attractive and was here on a great tennis scholarship. For just a second, my eyes flitted down to his toned calves and my dick throbbed in my shorts.
"Uh--" I was out of breath from the near brush with extreme embarrassment, "I'm gonna pass, I need to finish some homework." I smiled at him to say 'I really would come' - once again trying to suppress my impression as an introvert.
"Cool, we'll be back in a bit." Dean turned to leave, but as I watched his face, I saw the tiniest smirk and wondered if he knew what I'd been up to. Even if he had, I doubt I'd been the first dude to jerk off after class... Right? This kind of thing had to happen to basically every set of roommates in the history of men.
I slipped my hand back into my shorts, my knuckles grazing against my zipper as I kneaded my dick and waited to hear the door swing shut behind the guys. When it finally did, I reopened the clip of two hung blonde dudes flip-fucking and went back to stroking.
Well, I did that... and something else, too. Fishing my phone out of the pocket of my shorts that now laid on the floor, I opened Grindr. Now, Grindr isn't an everyday fascination of mine, and I was still yet to secure a hookup on the app, but today I was feeling especially horny and couldn't resist temptation. I flipped to a conversation I'd been having over a couple of days with another guy on campus, David. We hadn't even really made plans to hook up yet, but I found him easy to talk to - and talking over the app kept just enough distance for comfort. I lazily stroked my cock as I looked through pictures he had sent me a few days ago. He had a pretty sizeable dick, probably 7 inches, cut, and thick as hell. My dick swelled back to full attention as I tapped out a quick "Hey, what are you up to this afternoon?"
Probably nothing would come of it - he probably wasn't even online. Even if he did reply, I'd be way too nervous to seal the deal - David was a sophomore and had clearly been with other guys. I had no experience beyond the clip playing on my laptop in front of me.
Then, before I'd even finished thinking about whether or not I should just close the app and cum - he'd replied: "Sup? Just jerking off, lol." I huffed again, whispering "Fuck" quietly to myself. I could be brave over text at least.
"Oh ya? Let's see." I responded. Within seconds, he had replied with a picture of his hand wrapped around the base of his dick in the midst of his neatly trimmed black pubes. He was standing up and you could see the characteristic V of a nicely toned body and his legs. I had to reply: "Fuck yeah man. I'd love to suck your dick."
It was a simple, stupid message. I'd said stuff like that to dudes who sent me dick pics all the time on Grindr, and here I was, lips still virgin as ever. But I was crazed with horniness from his last picture, and I actually really could see myself sucking David off with the chance.
"You're in The W right? Room mates around?" Oh fuck. He was actually trying to make something happen. And my room mates weren't around. I pulled up my shorts and ventured into the shared living room. Dean's door was open, room empty, and Jake's was too. For good measure, I softly called out "Hello?" - no answer. I was actually alone, and David actually wanted to hook up.
Everything in my brain was saying not to do this. It would be scary. He might want to do more than just get a quick blowjob, and I was definitely not ready for that. He might be weirder in person than he had been on Grindr. Fuck.
