Author's Note: This chapter sets up at least two more that will contain the action, the second coming in a few days. I'd skip the story if you're going to find large sex toys off-putting. The premise was way more fun with objects that wouldn't be easily explainable.
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I moved into my freshman dorm room on the very first move-in day available for the fall semester, after begging my parents for the date all summer. They were reluctant to drive me to school any earlier than they absolutely had to, knowing they'd be returning home without me, but my eagerness to start my new independent life eventually won out. After trips to a couple stores to outfit me with some essentials for the room and a couple weeks' worth of snacks, we ate one last meal at a restaurant together before they took me back to campus. They both cried as they hugged me goodbye, and I was sad too, but I felt excited more than anything else. Watching them drive away, tears finally streaming down my cheeks, I knew I was in complete control of my own life for the first time ever.
That must be a significant event for every person, but it was especially meaningful to me, since I was still almost completely closeted. I'd told a couple of my best friends in high school that I was gay during senior year, my female friend totally cool with the revelation like she'd always known, instantly hugging me and encouraging me to be myself. My male friend was obviously horrified hearing the news, starting to ramble about how we needed to mount an effort to make me /normal/ again. I knew he was thinking about all the times we'd slept pressed against each other in his bed as kids, innocently talking about jacking off and sex, assuming that I'd always wanted to fuck him. We were barely friends by the time I graduated, even though I'd known him for ten years. His poor reaction drove me to keep the secret close, the fate of our friendship disappointing, but I decided college would be the perfect place to finally be myself. I was going to stop hiding, proudly admitting to anyone who asked that I was gay.
The dorm room was nothing special, a typical sardine can that freshmen students are packed inside. There was a large window against the wall, two tiny-looking twin beds on either side of it, generic dressers and desks that had definitely seen better days mirrored across from each other. Living there alone would have been fine, but I couldn't imagine two full-grown men having to share the small space for an entire year. Go figure, I'd pleaded to move as soon as I could and now I was already mourning not having my own door to shut, even being there alone. This was definitely going to be an adjustment, but I knew I could make it work. I didn't have a choice.
I'd only brought two suitcases worth of stuff with me, mostly clothes, unpacking them within an hour and deciding to take my first stroll around the campus. I followed a sidewalk having no idea where it led, marveling at all the huge gothic buildings clad in limestone, some of them castle-like, with ornate stone battlements and towers reaching into the sky. The whole vast acreage of the university felt like an elegant palace of learning, the path I was following seeming to stretch on endlessly. Being here was definitely going to be worth having to share a room for the first time in my life.
I saw plenty of other nervous-looking freshmen wandering around just like I was, exploring our new home. The assortment of characters was wide: average people, quiet nerds, douchey-looking jocks, outgoing kids who had already made several friends they were walking around with. The Instagramers and wannabe Youtubers were out too, busy taking selfies, narrating videos, or recording the whole experience to Snapchat.
Observing all those students, I started wondering what my roommate would be like. The only thing I knew about him was his name, Alex, the school having provided me with that and his email address. Neither of us had bothered reaching out over the summer before move-in. Now that I was actually here, faced with the reality that we were destined to share the cramped room and craving to know more about him, I regretted being too shy to contact a total stranger. But it was too late now. Maybe Alex was shy too. As the sun set and darkness descended on the campus, I returned to the room and found it empty, realizing I'd be spending my first night there alone. I decided to relish in one last chance to privately jerk off.
I thought about all the hot guys I'd seen on campus that night as I worked my dick, feeling confident that I would have a chance with some of them. I never had the opportunity to date in high school, but I tried to make up for that in the transitional summer, creating accounts on several dating apps. The stats on my profiles attracted plenty of attention: 18, 5'10", 150 pounds, blue eyes, dirty blond hair. Watching messages pile up, having tons of people tell me they thought I was cute, I actually felt attractive for the first time in my life. I was thrilled that so many people were interested in me, hooking up with a few of them, an anxious wreck the first couple times having absolutely no idea what to expect. My hormones quickly overcame my plan to save my virginity for someone special. I was so pent up I knew I didn't really want to wait, after spending my whole life waiting, in the end concluding that I was definitely a bottom, though topping was occasionally nice too.
Now I was thinking about one of the douchey jocks I'd checked out shoving his dick in my ass, grunting wildly as he filled me up with his load. That did it, an orgasm tearing through me, my whole body convulsing as I sprayed warm cum all over my stomach. I cleaned myself up a little sorrowfully, wondering if that was the last time I would ever be able to comfortably and conveniently get off in the room. Mentally exhausted from the day, I passed out before I even had the chance to contemplate jerking off again.
Waking up in the dorm room for the first time, on the second day of my new life, I immediately felt anxious knowing that the mysterious guy named Alex could show up at any moment. After a few uneventful hours of waiting around, I grabbed lunch in the dining hall downstairs. The food was only slightly better than decent, but at least it was convenient, a couple flights of stairs away. I walked back up to my room, noticing that the door was wide open as I approached it. I knew my new roommate must have arrived. I took a deep breath, barely stepping inside and stopping dead in my tracks as I caught my first glimpse of Alex standing beside his bed. I already knew he was going to be a problem. He was hot as fuck. I could barely believe that the gorgeous man was an 18-year-old freshman too.
The guy was probably 6'2" and 190 pounds, the definition in his arms suggesting he was certainly well-acquainted with the gym. He was wearing a blue v-neck shirt, white basketball shorts, and a pair of black Nike slides, white swooshes emblazoned across the strips of material stretched above the tops of his feet. His jet black straight hair was cut short, at least a few days of stubble accumulated on his face. He didn't look like a star athlete or a bodybuilder, more like the kind of fit, broish guy who would be pledging a frat within the month. I looked like a waifish little kid comparatively, already doubting that we could possibly have anything in common.
Eventually he looked over from the suitcase he was unpacking and noticed me near the door. "Hey, man," he greeted, stepping forward and reaching his hand out. "I'm Alex."
"I'm Tyler," I said as we shook hands, feeling his strong grip as I looked into his mahogany brown eyes. They were warm, genuinely welcoming, as stunning as the rest of him. I already had a crush on the guy.
"Nice to meet you, dude." He made a show of surveying the room, shaking his head. "I figured it would be small, but this is pretty fucking small!"
"Yeah, it's tiny," I agreed, recognizing that privacy really was going to be nonexistent now that he'd moved in. How was I ever supposed to jerk off thinking about him?
"I'm sure we'll figure out how to make this work. Hopefully you won't want me dead in the next few weeks." Alex cracked a smile, going back to unpacking his suitcase.
"Yeah, um, hopefully you won't want to kill me either," I said nervously, struggling to take my eyes off of him. He was so fucking hot. "Just let me know if I'm doing something annoying." Like staring way too much.
He nodded as he piled loose socks and unfolded underwear into one of his dresser drawers. "Back at you, roomie. I'm a pretty easy-going guy. I don't think we'll have much trouble getting along."
Seeing the state of his laundry, I could tell he was probably going to be messy, but at least he was extremely easy on the eyes. I could live with that. I climbed into my bed, pretending to scroll through stuff on my phone while I was actually stealing frequent glances of Alex's perfection. I was so enthralled during my first sighting that I hadn't even noticed his unbelievably huge ass until now, the strained fabric of his white mesh shorts easily betraying the massive mounds within, his crack obvious at the center. I could already imagine him bragging to his bro buddies about how much weight he was able to squat. He must squat all the time.
"When did you move in?" he asked, suddenly looking over his shoulder.
Of course he did it while I was staring at his butt. My mind was racing, already feeling like he'd caught me. "Uh, yesterday," I answered, trying not to panic.
"How are the showers? I was picturing a big communal locker room kind of thing." Alex's head swiveled back as he stuffed more unfolded laundry into his dresser.
"No, nothing like that," I said, my anxiety retreating a little. "They're individual stalls with curtains."
"Sweet," he muttered contentedly. "I was afraid I might have to give up busting it in the shower every morning." He peered over again with a big smirk on his face.
I worried that was his way of calling me out, but Alex had spoken the words so nonchalantly and unapologetically. I decided he just lacked a filter, that he was the kind of guy who would say anything even though we'd just met. "I, um, don't think you're going to have any trouble with that."
"Have to tame the beast before I can focus on anything else!" he said with his back still turned.
I was already checking my roommate out again, even after the scare, completely unable to control myself. He was way too fucking hot. My new roommate's ass was so alluring that I was fantasizing about burying my face between his cheeks and tasting his hole, as he deposited another load of clothes into the dresser. Alex suddenly pulled his shirt off in front of it, kicking his slides away and slipping his shorts down too, his big, furry butt poking out as he freed his ankles. I was shocked, the guy I'd introduced myself to five minutes ago now standing there completely naked in front of me. My dick was achingly hard in my shorts taking in his massive round globes, my desire more urgent than ever.
He twisted around, catching my stunned expression as my eyes darted away from him. Alex laughed. "Dude, we're going to be living together for the next year in this tiny little room. We might as well start getting comfortable around each other." He grabbed a towel off his bed, wrapping it around his waist.
