Freshman Year Roommate, Part 18
Everyone is over 18 years of age
The months, semesters and then years were starting to fly by. Before I knew it, we were reaching the end of junior year. Having enough credits to graduate and finish wasn't going to be an issue, nor was completing all of our core requirements. With our extra summer courses, we probably could have left early, but our plans worked with doing the normal four years. On top of that, I was doing internships that were going to help frame my law school career, and John was working on stuff that already had the Army drooling over him (no, not the way I did!).
If I went through, day by day, every sexual situation, we'd all be here for the rest of our lives. Suffice it to say, the heat between John and me never waned. For some reason, he thought I was hot, and I know very well what I saw in him. Actually, Joel, a graduate student a few doors down on our same floor, apparently saw it, too. Joel was a few years older than us. He was straight, and we saw him going out on dates. In fact, we occasionally saw a girl leaving his apartment very early in the morning, so he seemed to be doing okay on that front.
Well, okay, John saw the girls, since he was up early, and I've never been a morning person. But I got John to tell me. So it seemed that yes, Joel at least was playing with girls. But, and this is where it gets interesting, being the sociable types we are, we'd occasionally have Joel over for a drink or just to hang out and watch some TV. One day, a couple of beers in, Joel says, "Do you think it makes a guy gay if he just accepts a blowjob from another guy?"
Okay, where was this coming from? John was there, but Joel and I were talking at the time. I said, "I don't think sexuality is so yes-or-no. I think things happen, and if a guy enjoys that blowjob but then wants to date and be with girls, then he's probably still straight. Maybe just a little more open-minded than some?"
Joel nodded and said, "Yeah, that's what I think, too."
"Um, okay. So... another beer?"
He stayed a little while longer, and nothing happened. I know, you may have been expecting a 3-way. Even in loving couples, don't all gays have 3-ways? Well, no. We actually had no issue with guys who did. Maybe we'd try that someday, but monogamy was working for us. We've known loving couples who are completely committed but have fun with a friend sometimes, but that wasn't where we were when Joel got... interesting.
So why did I mention it? Because things took a turn with Joel after that, and it was kind of fun, even if we weren't taking him to bed. It seemed that Joel thought that talking blowjobs with the gays was all it would take to get him sucked off by the guys down the hall. To support that interest--and it seemed that he was
very
interested in experiencing blowjobs from gay guys--Joel started doing things like inviting us in to hang out... when he was wearing nothing but tighty-whities. That became a frequent look for him when he saw us. Granted, he was a pretty hot guy, but he wasn't exactly subtle. Poor boy didn't get just how head-over-heels we were for each other, so he really was fighting a losing battle.
These were interesting times. But actually, there was something different that happened around the same time. John and I kept making love to each other. Outside of days when one of us didn't feel great or was so buried in work that we really needed to focus only on that alone, which didn't happen too often, we made love all the time. And if you want to know about creative positions, like the guys in porn sometimes do, well, we did try some, but honestly we found the conventional stuff was what we liked. Missionary, face-down, doggy style, and the bottom on his side with the top kneeling over his lower leg (whatever that position would be called--I just know we can get really deep!) made up about 95% of our lovemaking. Sometimes slow, sometimes fast and hard, often both in the same session, but always wonderful. I've heard people talk about bad sex, but, so help me, I've never experienced it.
Around April of junior year, we were lying in bed one night, just chatting about the day and cuddling, when John says, "Do you trust me?"
"After three years together, what kind of dumb question is that?" He laughed. "I mean, can I do something without asking you first?"
I looked at him for a second. "I trust you with my life, hon. You can do whatever you want." I smiled. "Now, what are you up to?"
"Well, what would be the point of my question, if I wanted you to know in advance?"
Interesting. "Okay, hon. Do what you want. You're not going to do a ritual sacrifice and throw me into a volcano, are you?"
He put on his best evil smile. "Probably not. We'll see."
I tickled him and kissed him. "I don't know what you're up to, but have at it."
We weren't even naked yet--we usually slept naked--just in our underwear, cuddled up close. After my last comment, John picked up some stuff from the nightstand and started reading. Not that that was unusual. We couldn't have sex every minute, and we did just spend time reading together some nights, but... "Well?" I asked.
"Well what?"
"Well, what was all that about? What are you planning to do. Go for it!"
"Oh, I never said I'd do it right now. You'll have to wait and see."
I sighed. "You are a trial, mister man. Fine, whatever you want."
He rolled up so he was above me and gave me an amazing, deep kiss. "I think you'll like it, but it's something new. And you'll just have to wait for it."
I smiled at him. "Okay. You have me intrigued, but I'll wait, my love. Good thing you're so cute, so you can get away with so much!"
He then gave me a sweet kiss and went back to lying next to me.
What was he up to? This was new. But okay, I guess I'd find out eventually.
The rest of the evening was uneventful. Later that evening, I scooted down the bed a bit, dragging my pillow with me. I said, "Hey, you big stud, can you guess what I'm thinking?"
He immediately sat on my belly, pulled his dick out of his underwear and started slapping it on my chest. "Hmm, might it involve my shoving this big dick in your mouth?"
"Ha! That's my sweet, romantic man."
"I don't remember you complaining before."
"Okay, I suppose you're right. Give it to me, stud!"
He got a look of pure lust on his face and reached forward to bunch up the pillow behind my head, angling my head, so my mouth was in a better position for both of us to enjoy the pushups he was about to do over my face. If I'm making that sound routine, believe me, it never was. Every time was a fevered sex dream come to life! And while the pillow maneuver actually helped me be in a better position to enjoy this, I liked to imagine he was a domineering stud, making it easier for him to ravage my mouth and throat.
He hopped off in a flash--his athleticism was so sexy--and pulled his underwear all the way off. Then, just as fast, he was sitting on me again, his balls on my chest, and he was slapping the head of his dick on my chin. "Yeah, you want this dick?"
"Oh, yes!"
"Beg me for it!"
"Please, give me that dick!"
"It's big. How do I know you can handle it?"
"Do you want to check my references?"
"You have dick-sucking references?"
"Well, very few, but very high quality. I can tell you this: the school made me room with a straight guy freshman year, and my blowjobs are so good, he's gay now."
John smiled the smile he used when he was tolerating his smartass boyfriend. "That sounds like something out of porn. Straight guys don't suddenly go gay!"
"That's how good I am!"
He pulled back and swooped down, his lips stopping maybe an inch from mine. "I think that guy probably was gay already, but it took the right guy for him to realize what he really wanted. And yeah, you are that good, but that's not why." He smiled again. "I love you, my stud!"
He moved back up to straddle me and present that beautiful dick to me. I licked the head, and he moved it forward, slowly sliding into my mouth as I started sucking him. One of the best views ever is looking up along John's body at a time like this. Being between his big thighs, looking up at those abs to his pecs to that handsome face to see the pleasure he's feeling as I do my best to make him feel it!
He groaned as he thrust forward, and I worked to overcome an urge to gag. I usually got there--love and lust can help a lot!--but it always took a little effort to get all of him in. I grabbed his ass, and I was even more turned on, feeling those magnificent glutes in my hands. So hot, round and muscular, just feeling them in my hands had my dick throbbing (not that the big dick in my mouth hurt!). I moaned around his dick, and he started stroking over my tongue, leaking so I could taste it each time he pulled back far enough for the head to run over my tongue.
