I knew I would probably get fucked in college, but I was not expecting it would be quite like this. Let me tell you how the whole thing started...
I had been setting up in my room for the last couple of hours, putting up some posters and photos on my side of the walls, organizing my clothes in the tiny wardrobe I would have to share for the next few years and tidying everything up when my roommate showed up. It was something that had taken a lot of space in my mind lately, thinking about my new roommate, this strange guy with which I would be living with from now on, not knowing if we would get along or not, if I would maybe hate him on the spot or worse, if he would maybe hate me.
Turns out that should have been the least of my worries.
I was bending over my bed in the tiny dorm room folding some clothes when I heard a warm, youthful voice yelling, "Hey, roomie!".
I turned around and looked up to the door, just to see the most strikingly handsome guy I've ever seen in my life. He had straight, longish black hair, white skin with the hint of a fading summer tan and big, rosy lips, perfectly kissable, and was very tall, way taller than my medium height. His face was so proportionate and harmonious I bet it followed every mathematical rule of perfection, and his masculine jaw was smooth and sharp, almost as if it would cut my fingers if I touched it. He had green eyes and a youthful face, and he wouldn't look out of place on a Abercrombie & Fitch catalogue or even, what the hell, a teen girl magazine. He had the looks of a male movie star, but at the same time I recognized the quiet confidence and humility of someone who maybe doesn't realize how beautiful they really are, or their effect on people, for that matter.
His body, tho, was out of his world. He was only carrying two big suitcases, one in each hand, so I had the perfect view of his big, defined biceps flexing and the sexy flow of exposed veins in his arms. His big arms had an incredible development for someone so young. In fact, his whole body maybe seemed to be directly carved out from stone by an ancient Greek god of erotic love.
He was wearing a short sleeved white Henley t-shirt that was tight on his muscular pecs, and I could see every detail of his perky, dim-sized nipples and 8 pack abs even from afar. The buttons of his Henley were open, showing a sexy expanse of tanned, jock boy chest, and the shirt was so ridiculously tight I bet it would ride up and expose his abdomen with any small movement he did. He wore beige khaki shorts, showcasing two muscular pairs of sexy legs and white sneakers. Just as I was ogling below his belt, I caught notice of what seemed to be a big, fat bulge in his shorts, so pronounced and forward that I couldn't help but think if this guys had actually shoved a big piece of salami down there.
I didn't have too much time to think tho, cause as soon as that teen stud had entered the room, he dropped his suitcases and jumped at me, giving me no time to react except for opening up my eyes wild and gasping when he engulfed me with his whole body and tackled me over on my bed, falling on top of me and hugging me by my sides.
"Oh my God dude, it's so good to finally meet you, you don't know how long I was waiting for this! I was so crazy about starting college and meeting my new roommate, I'm sure we're going to be great friends! I'm Jon, what's your name? I see you already..." he kept talking non stop while his huge body was pressed tight on top of mine, squeezing me with his huge arms every other time. He had nuzzled his face against my neck as he talked, and I went completely numb at the feeling of this sex god on top of me, huge hard body all warm and pumped up with joyful excitement, and I completely lost any sense of myself as he talked on and while pressed so close on top of me.
I couldn't control myself, so I let myself go and enjoy this nice moment, thinking if college meant getting slammed to a bed within minutes of meeting a hot jock, then sign me the fuck up for it. But then I felt it: the big, fat bulge this jock stud had in those shorts was completely pressed against my right thigh and I could feel everything. Oh God, it's big, warm and thick, and it feels so real it's almost as if he isn't even wearing any underwear. Just one thin piece of fabric between the smooth skin of my thigh and his big tube of meat. And now he's humping me, oh my God, up and down, up and down and I can feel everything and I'm going to get hard and -
"Okay, big guy, okay, move over, please? You're gonna suffocate me if you keep this up, come on!" I said, flushed on the cheeks and pressing both of my hands on his muscular chest, immediately impressed by feeling how hard it was and grazing his big, erect nipples faintly with my fingers. Oh God, it feels so good, I wish I could just pinch and suck on those big nipples, and... fuck!
He got up and took me me with him, and now we were face to face, him looking at me adoringly with a cute, goofy grin. He had perfect white teeth that I just wanted to suck on. Okay, who was this guy?
"Hey Jon, I'm Theo, nice to meet you" I said extending my hand to him. "That was quite a reception you threw me here, I don't remember ever being attacked like this when I met someone before in my life", I finished, still flushed.
"Oh, dude, I'm so sorry man! That's just me, my big bro keeps telling me I'm too big to keep invading people's space like that, but I'm a hugger, and you looked pretty huggable. Like I said, I'm Jon, Jon Fraser, I'm 18, I'm going to play football for the school's team and I'm your new roommate, so let's be best friends, yeah? Do you play anything? You look like a jock yourself, you're pretty fit man!"
With that he didn't give me anytime to think whatsoever, and he just started touching me on my shoulders, arms and chest, coping a feel of my muscles, as if assessing for himself if I was really a jock or not. His big hands all over my body were too much for me again and he was just so close that I could smell him, and fuck, now I noticed how good he smelled, young and masculine, a clean, citric smell, like sicilian lemons and salt water, so I just stood there and let him do whatever he wanted with me.
Well, if this fucking hot jock wants to touch me, I'm not going to be the one to stop him.
Eventually he stopped, and I figured he had finally put the idea on his head that I was a jock like him (which I was, but my sport was swimming, not football), and kept talking as he went to close the door, pick up his suitcases and start setting up his things, which I found so endearing. He quickly started a conversation, telling me fondly about his family and the farm where they lived, while I told him about my life in New York, where I came from. We had very different backgrounds, but he was easy to talk to, being humble and attentive to my questions and answers. I immediately decided I liked him.
From our conversation, I also figured out that Jon wasn't really bright, and that he had minimal knowledge of a lot of common sense concepts, or even everyday social skills, which explained the way he had greeted me. He had a pretty recluse life in his farm and small rural town, one which was thoroughly centered on sports and athletic performance, which was why he was not only a star football player in his home town but also an accomplished wrestler and a basketball jock. He seemed oblivious about most things and was, frankly, dumb about any subject that wasn't sports, and seemed as innocent as child. He didn't mention drinking, girls, parties or sex at any moment of our conversation.
But, like I said, I had decided to like him, if only for his wholesome, kind, goofy nature, and his killer looks, obviously. I was watching from my side of the room his muscles flexing and his big bulge flopping around while he set up his things, sitting on my bed, just enjoying the damn view. This guy definitely wasn't wearing any underwear.
He had his back to me while he was putting his clothes on our wardrobe, bending over a few times to fold them and to put them on the drawers, and I was transfixed on his big, muscular ass, barely contained on his shorts. When he turned over to grab some more clothes from his suitcases, which were now opened up on his bed, I raised my right hand to my mouth to silence a gasp.