Everyone is 18.
I've known my straight roommate, Andy since high school. And, honestly, I've had a crush on him since I can remember. He's hot, he works out, he has a dashing smile, and he has a large cock. I remember when I first saw it get some blood flow. We were in the showers after football practice (all 18), and the guys were getting raunchy talking about the new girl in school. Andy joined in on the fun, and helicoptered his dick around while talking about how good she would suck it. In the maneuver, he had inadvertently given himself a partial erection, and I was mesmerized from across the locker room. No one else addressed it at all, but it grew to a multiple of its soft size, and looked like a heavy salami.
When we went to the same college, we roomed together, and that was torture in itself. Our freshman year, I saw his cock at all levels of hardness through his underwear nearly every day, and even heard him jerking off lots of times in the night, when I had to just pretend I didn't hear anything. One night he drunkenly brought a girl home and they started fucking right in front of me. The lights were off, but they were giggling loudly and there was no way a reasonable person would think that they were being sneaky. She was riding him facing away from me, and I just stared as I saw my favorite cock in the world get the pleasure it deserved. I wanted it so badly for myself, I decided it was time to tell him how I felt.
The next morning, the girl was gone and I threw him an iced coffee while he was in bed groaning from his hangover.
"Hey," I said, "I'm gay."
My face turned red and my ears started ringing. I don't know why I said it so quickly. It wasn't how I planned it, but it just came out. He immediately started laughing. My blunt approach apparently did not get my point across.
"Me too can we be boyfriends?" He said, apparently still a little drunk from the night before.
"No, I'm actually gay." I said, "I've taken it in the ass and I love it."
Again, I don't know why I was so plain and weirdly open about it, but it didn't really matter. Andy was a guy's guy. He wasn't going to care if I was gay.
"You're really gay?" He asked, "That's kinda crazy that I didn't know."
"Yeah, just didn't feel like telling anyone. But you should know."
He seemed a bit confused about the situation, and he covered his handsome face with his hand, like he was thinking.
"Wait," he said, "So what kind of guys do you like?"
Of course he was curious and going to ask questions like that.
"Athletic guys, like me" I said, hesitating, "or you."
My last word hung in the air, while he removed his hand from his face, and then he smirked at me.
"You'd take a sausage ride on King Andy?" He said, referring to the name he had given to his cock sometime in high school, then surprised me by pulling it out of the fly of his boxers.
My eyes darted to the large salami cock immediately. I never got tired of seeing it, and now I might as well stare. He had a solid hangover morning wood going, and I could tell it was around its maximum hardness. He wiggled it from the base, and I felt myself get hard as well. I wasn't sure if he was going to ask me to suck it or if he was just teasing me now that he knew I was gay for him.
"Yeah I would, honestly." I said to him.
"Well I love you bro, but I love pussy more."
He stuffed his boner back into his boxers and I had to watch his tented underwear and tight ass walk away to the hallway to use the bathroom.
I sat down at my desk, in shock that I had just come out to someone in real life for the first time. Up until then, the only people who knew were the nameless guys I found on dating apps and met at their place for a quick romp. I didn't get his dick, but at least he was cool about it.
That night I went out with some friends, and I came out to them too. These guys were tight, and I got a bunch of hugs, and within two minutes the suggestion came up that we should go to a gay club. We went out, and got drunk as hell with our fake IDs, and lots of older men looked at me and even tried to touch me and talk to me. It was eye-opening what being out of the closet could feel like. I wondered why I had stayed private about it for so long.
When I got back to the dorm, I caught Andy beating his meat at his desk.
"Sorry bro," he said as he slipped his boxers back over his cock, "I'll take this to the bathroom."
"No, it's cool." I said attempting nonchalance, but, in my drunken state, definitely giving away how thirsty I was to watch him jerk off in front of me.
"You wish, pretty boy." He said.
"I can suck it for you," I said, sort of quietly, trying to avoid sounding desperate.
He froze, and looked at me. I could see out of the corner of my eye that his cock was throbbing in his underwear. He had no shame, maybe he would take a blowjob from his gay childhood friend and roommate. I could see from his face that he was really torn. I waited for him to respond, and licked my lips, anticipating that I was finally going to get the holy grail of cocks.
