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    Straight Boy Roommate - Part 1

    This is the first part of my first story on JUB, so be gentle with me!
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    It’s Friday morning and I’m panicking. Today’s the last day for new students to register, so today I’m going to find out who I’m sharing my room with.

    I’d let my parents talk me into getting a shared room. It’ll be much cheaper, they said, and as they’re paying, I couldn’t argue. They had other reasons, too; lots of stuff about not getting lonely, making new friends and sharing things. They said it would be nice. I said OK.

    I knew from the start that it wouldn’t be nice. I knew it would be shit. The only question was just how shit. I’d been through all sorts of scenarios, ranging from the best (a bit shit), to the worst (so shit I have to leave Uni before Christmas).

    I’d made a list of all the reasons why I didn’t want a shared room. Just a mental list, obviously; I hadn’t written it down, that would have been sad.

    Reasons why a shared room is a shit idea:
    1 I need to wank all the time.
    2 I need to watch loads of porn (being honest, I suppose this should be ‘I want to watch loads of porn).
    3 Even though I’m 18, my cock still has a mind of its own, and I can’t stop it getting hard at random times.
    4 I bought a Fleshlight for my 18th birthday, and I want to use it all the time.
    5 My roommate will be a twat.
    6 My roommate will be a geek.
    7 My roommate will be super hot and I’ll get a boner and drool over him, and he’ll notice, and then I’m fucked.
    8 My roommate won’t be hot at all, and I’ll hate him for not being hot.
    9 I really do need to wank all the time.

    How many of these did I share with my parents?
    Guess.

    I’ve had 4 wanks already, and I only got here yesterday afternoon.

    The best one was this morning, sitting in front of my computer, watching amazing porn and fucking my Fleshlight.

    And any time now some twat, geek, fucking… nobhead roommate is going to arrive and that will be the end of all that.

    Besides, I’d decided that going away to Uni was going to be my chance to come out. I mean, a few people (girls) back home know I’m gay, but they’re sworn to secrecy. This was going to be the time I came out properly, but sharing a room fucks that up too. I’ve tried the conversation out in my head so many times. After, ‘Hi, I hope you don’t mind sharing your bedroom with a homosexual,’ it all goes wrong.

    I think I should go back down to the Student Union where they’re allocating the rooms. I might ask someone if they’ve got a list. Find out his name, at least, and where he’s from. Perhaps he won’t turn up; there’s always a few people who don’t turn up, aren’t there?

    I grab a hoody and put it on as I head for the door. A quick look round to make sure my computer’s off and I’ve not left anything dodgy lying around, and then off down the stairs.

    The SU’s busy; people meeting up, heading for the bars and cafes, signing up for things. The big room at the back isn’t as full as yesterday, when I arrived. Four tables with student volunteers behind them, a short queue in front of each table. One of the volunteers is quite a good looking guy in skinny jeans, and I head towards his queue. Then I spot an even better looking guy, in the queue next to the one I’ve joined.

    Two seconds later I’m standing behind him, from where I can safely check him out. He’s a bit taller than me, nice slim body, in a t-shirt that shows off quite broad shoulders and a slim waist. Very nice. Skate trainers too. I’ve got a bit of a thing about guys in skate trainers. I’m wondering if he actually skates, or if he’s just into the skater boy look. I’m wondering what size trainers he takes, and if they’d fit me. I’m wondering if you can see a bulge in the front of those jeans. Fucking hot. I’m getting hard already. I’m in baggy jeans, so getting hard isn’t a problem. I love getting hard near to guys I’m lusting over, maybe risking a bit of a feel in my pocket.

    He’s at the front of his queue now, and leaning over the table, which gives me a chance to have a perve at the shape of his arse in his jeans. I can’t hear what he’s saying at first, but it seems to be getting louder, then it’s up to shouting level. He’s swearing a lot, and the girl at the table’s saying there’s nothing she can do. I can’t quite get what the problem is, so I move in closer, right up behind him, close enough to get a whiff of his after shave.

    Suddenly, it’s all over. He bangs the table with his hand, shouts, ‘Fuck it, then!’ and turns sharply round to storm out. But I’m too close behind him, and he knocks into me, sending me sprawling backwards over someone’s sports bag which they’ve put on the floor behind me.

    I go down like a stone, and hit the back of my head on the floor. I think I hit it quite hard; it hurts like fuck anyway. A few people react, and start to crowd round, as I sit up, trying to hold my head and rub it at the same time. I don’t really hear what anyone’s saying for a few seconds; my head’s a bit fuzzy, and then skater guy squats down in front of me and starts apologising and asking if I’m OK.

    I don’t reply straightaway, and he puts his hand on my shoulder and asks again.

    I start to tell everyone I’m fine, ‘I’m just a bit shaken up, OK, give me a minute, yeah?’

    I’m happy staying here for a bit, the view’s fantastic. Skater boy’s squatting down on his heels right in front of me, with his knees way apart, and his crotch virtually in my face. I notice he’s still wearing his wristbands from the summer music festivals, the same ones I went to, by the look of it. Then I notice his t-shirt, which has ‘Masturbating is not a Crime’ printed across the front; just the shirt I looked at buying a few months ago, but bottled out as usual.

    He holds his hand out for me to take hold of, to help me up. As I take hold, I wonder if it’s the one he uses for wanking; I hope it is. He’s looking hard at me, ‘How’s your head? Do you want to sit down somewhere?’

    ‘Maybe I’ll sit outside somewhere, get some air.’ I’m hoping he’ll come with me, and he does. There’s a railing just outside, and I lean on it. My head still hurts like fuck, but the dizziness is going. ‘I’ll be all right. Don’t worry.’

    ‘Look, I feel really bad about this. Can I get you a beer or something?’

    ‘No, it’s fine, really.’

    ‘How about some of this?’ His hand disappears into the pocket of his jeans, and I wonder for a second where this is going; then his hand re-appears with a small bag of weed in it. ‘What do you think?’

    ‘Yeah, that’d be good. Might even take the pain away a bit.’

    He’s looking round for the best direction to walk, and then we set off over the road and across the grass. We make some small talk about Glastonbury and Leeds, the bands we saw, the best sets, the atmosphere, the girl who fell into the toilet. I do a good impression of being as relaxed and casual as he is, but walking so close to this really hot guy means I’m about as relaxed as a coiled spring.

    We soon get to a set of steps leading down to some old huts. Maybe they’re used by gardeners or something; anyway they’re completely deserted, and it seems like a safe place to have a smoke. The steps have a low wall running down each side of them, and he sits down on the bottom step with his back against the wall. I sit opposite him with my back against the wall on the other side, facing directly towards him. As he rolls the joint, I’ve got the perfect view, and I start getting hard again.

    ‘Your t-shirt’s mint. I was going to buy one, but I didn’t in the end.’

    ‘Oh man, you should have. People’s reactions are classic. Why didn’t you get one?’

    ‘I’m a big, fucking pussy, and I bottled out.’ I smile, and he grins back at me, and then lights the joint.

    We share it in silence for a while, and then he looks across at me, ‘How’s the head?’

    ‘It’s OK. This is helping.’ I gesture at the joint. ‘What was going on back there, anyway? I heard some of it, but I couldn’t really…’

    ‘It’s a fucking nightmare, I tell you. I got here last night, and I’m in a room with the geek from hell. He’s a complete twat.’

    I think about my anti-room-sharing list. ‘I’m sharing too. Mine hasn’t arrived yet. He’ll probably be just as bad.’

    ‘Doubt it. Mine would win twat of the year, seriously. Twat of the century. He wound me up so much last night I ended up screaming at him and storming out.’

    ‘What, you’ve had a row with him already?’

    ‘Yeah. I put up with him for about an hour, but I’d had enough after about 5 minutes.’

    ‘Perhaps he was just having a bad day.’

    ‘And perhaps he’s a prick. He looked at me like he thought I was a piece of shit, and then started complaining about everything. “You’re not going to try and smoke in the room, are you?” “I think it’s best if we don’t play music when the other one is in, because I suspect our taste in music will be wildly different, and yours will probably annoy me.” “I hope you’re not going to leave all your things lying around, because untidiness makes me very tense.” Seriously, mate, I wanted to smack him. Anyway, in the end, I thought, “If he’s going to be a prick, I will be too.” So I told him the main reason I’d come to Uni was to have as much sex as possible, so when I brought a girl back for a shag, he’d have to fuck off somewhere else, and if he ever managed to find anyone to have sex with, of course, I’d do the same. He didn’t seem to like that very much.’

    ‘I’m not surprised.’

    ‘So then he got really bitchy; “That’s just the level I might have expected from someone who needs to wear a shirt with a puerile slogan like that on it.” That kind of thing. I was really fucking mad by now, so I told him I usually have about 4 wanks a day, but my record is 9, and he’ll have to fuck off somewhere every time I need a wank too, and that I watch porn all the time on my computer, and if guys with big dicks fucking hot chicks makes him feel inadequate, that’s tough fucking shit, and he should get a fucking life!’

    ‘Jesus! What did he say then?’ This isn’t the question I really want to ask. What I really want to know is whether the 4 wanks a day thing is true or not, but I don’t dare ask him, even after half a spliff.

    ‘He didn’t say anything. He just turned his back on me and started unpacking stuff out of one of his boxes. After a bit, I started feeling a twat, just standing there, so I went out and slammed the door.’

    ‘Have you been back?’

    ‘Had to in the end. I got fucking wasted in the bar, then went back about 12. He was just lying there, facing towards the wall, but I don’t think he was asleep. So I got into bed and had the loudest wank in the history of the world. I wanted to get a reaction off him, but he didn’t move or say anything.’

    ‘What about this morning?’

    ‘I was pretty hung-over. By the time I woke up, he’d gone.’

    I’m not sure what to think about all this. Maybe he’s a really great, confident guy who doesn’t take any shit off people, or maybe he’s a selfish, arrogant guy on an ego trip. I know which way I’m going to play it though. ‘I think you’re a fucking legend, mate. I always imagine saying that kind of stuff to people, but I never do.’

    ‘It felt good at the time, but I’m pretty fucked though, now, aren’t I?

    ‘So, is that why you were arguing with that girl back in there? Were you trying to get a different room?’

    ‘Yeah.’

    ‘Won’t they do it?’

    ‘No.’

    ‘Shit.’ I look over at him again. He’s getting the bag of weed out of his pocket again. Then he stretches his legs out in front of him, and crosses them at the ankles. His trainers are just a couple of inches from my hand now, and I start to imagine my hand moving across slowly, sliding up the leather, my fingers moving inside, feeling the warm sweatiness inside his shoe, feeling the shape of his foot inside his sock, then moving up further, inside the leg of his jeans, rubbing up against the hair on his leg. Fucking hell. My cock gets even harder, gives a bit of a jolt, and I feel some pre-cum dribbling out.

    If I let that fantasy go on much longer, I’m going to cum in my pants. With an effort, I try to get the conversation re-started instead.

    ‘So, if they won’t change any of the rooms, I hope they haven’t put me with some dickhead.’

    ‘You’ll be al right. You seem pretty chilled. You’ll get on with more or less anyone.’

    ‘I suppose. I know what’ll happen though. I’ll just fit in with whatever he wants, and won’t even tell him what I want.’

    ‘Are you going to be touchy about his music, and the room being tidy…’

    ‘No, I mean, not really…’

    ‘Have you got a list of rules for him?’ I laugh, and he looks up from the spliff. ‘What?’

    I decide to be honest with him. I don’t think I need to hide things from a guy in a ‘Masturbating is not a Crime’ t-shirt. ‘I have got a sort-of list, actually. When I found out I was going to have to share, I made a list of all the reasons why I didn’t want to.’

    He’s stopped rolling now, and is looking at me, and trying to read my expression. I wonder what he sees. It must interest him, because he continues, ‘Come on, then. What’s on your list?’ He sees me hesitate. ‘It can’t be as bad as mine.’

    ‘Well, it’s about the same as yours really. Except not the one about getting laid all the time. I’m not expecting too much on that score. The others though. The wanking one. And the porn on the computer.’

    ‘Cool.’ Just that. Then he looks down again and finishes the spliff. I’m looking at his legs again, and I hear the lighter click and his breath as he sucks in a huge lungful. As he breathes out, the question comes with it. ‘So why don’t we share?’

    ‘What? But we can’t. You said; they won’t let you change rooms.’

    ‘We don’t have to tell anyone then. We’ll just do it. By the time anyone finds out, it’ll be easier to just let us carry on. We’ll say we made a mistake with the room numbers.’

    ‘What about when the guy arrives who’s supposed to be in my room?’

    ‘We’ll tell him it got changed and send him to my room.’

    ‘But, what if…’

    ‘Hey, I thought you might like the idea. We don’t have to.’

    ‘It isn’t that. It’s just…’

    ‘If you were sharing with me, you could do what the fuck you wanted. You want to watch porn, you tell me to fuck off for an hour, no problem. Or you just do it while I’m in the room. I really don’t give a shit. If you want to jack off any time I’m there, it won’t be a problem for me. I don’t get embarrassed about guys wanking. I played rugby right through school. And I shared a room with my older brother for years.’

    ‘It sounds OK.’ OK? What am I saying? It sounds fucking amazing.

    ‘Shall we go for it then?’

    ‘Yeah, I suppose.’

    ‘Great. Have some of this, then we can go and move my stuff.’ He holds out the spliff, and I take it. A million images crowd into my head at once, getting dirtier and dirtier, more and more exciting. Him getting undressed in front of me. Him wanking in front of his computer, with me standing behind him. Him fucking a girl while I watch. Me kneeling down in front of him and sucking him off. Then reality hits. ‘Look, I don’t think it’s a good idea.’

    He’s genuinely taken aback. ‘Why the hell not?’

    ‘I’m gay.’

    ‘Good one. Come on, what the real problem?’

    ‘No, seriously. I’m gay.’

    ‘Are you fuck!’

    ‘OK then. If you say I’m not gay, I suppose I can’t be.’

    ‘Come on, don’t dick around.’

    ‘I’m not dicking around. I’m serious. I can’t share a room with you, because I’m gay, and it would just be… impossible.’

    ‘Fucking hell, you really mean this, don’t you? I never would have guessed though. How long you been gay for?’ Even really hot guys can ask fucking stupid questions.

    ‘How long have you been straight for?’

    ‘What? I’ve always… Oh, I see… yeah. Sorry. I just wasn’t expecting… Fuck!’ I take another huge drag on the spliff, and put it out on the step. But he’s not finished yet.

    ‘And you’re seriously gay? I mean, like full-on? Not just a bit AC/DC?’

    ‘Do you want me to prove it to you, or something?’ As soon as I say it, I wish I hadn’t, but his smile seems to mean I’ve got away with it.

    ‘No mate, you’re al right. I don’t swing that way, OK?’ Then, a new thought, ‘Sharing with a queer, though; gay, I mean, it could be a right laugh. You could give me advice about what to wear. It’d be like “Queer Eye for the Straight Guy”.’

    ‘Look. I don’t think you’ve quite got it.’ He looks blank, and I realise I’ve got no alternative but to plough on. ‘Think about it. What happens the first time you need to get undressed. You’ll be wondering what I’m thinking. I’ll be trying not to look at you. It’ll just be awkward all the time.

    ‘Well, it doesn’t have to be…’

    ‘It’ll be a fucking nightmare! Look. What if I need a wank in bed tonight? You say I’d be able to just jerk off whenever I wanted to, but it wouldn’t work, would it? You’d be wondering if I’m wanking over you or not, and I’d know you were wondering… ‘

    ‘Well, would you be? I mean, if… would you be wanking over me?’ Shit! Why did he have to ask that? Why did I have to use that example; it makes it so obvious I fancy him? Oh well, fuck it. Like they say, I’ve started so I’ll finish.

    ‘Probably. No. More than probably.’

    ‘So, you? … shit. Would you seriously want to wank over me?’ He seems amazed that a guy could possibly fancy him. It obviously hasn’t entered his head that if he’s fanciable for girls, he’s fanciable for gay guys as well. ‘How hot do you think I am, then? Come on, out of 10!’

    ‘For fuck’s sake! I’m not answering that!’

    ‘That means a 10! Result!’

    ‘No, not ten! Nowhere near ten. Seriously.’ I look over at him, and he’s got a massive fuck-off grin right across his face. He’s irresistible. ‘Really, I mean, no more than a nine and a half.’

    He studies my face carefully, and his grin fades. ‘Sorry. I shouldn’t have asked you that. It was out of order.’

    ‘Would you ask a girl that kind of question?’

    ‘Yeah, I probably would, actually.’ I believe he really would. Probably he has.

    ‘Well, I suppose it’s all right, then. Fuck. You’re a head case.’

    ‘Nine and a half? Really?’ I nod. I can’t stop myself. ‘Hey, thanks for telling me, mate. I mean, you could have lied.’

    ‘I didn’t want to. I don’t want to start in on something that isn’t… fair. Just think about it. It’d be like you having to share a room with a really hot girl. She’s super-hot, and you fancy the arse off her, but she’s not interested in you at all. Perhaps, she’s a lesbian, or something. She’s just there all the time, getting naked, and being hot, and not letting you do anything. It’d be a nightmare.’

    ‘But what if…’ he pauses as he thinks it through, ‘what if she said she didn’t mind? What if she said it was all cool? Like, I could perve over her as much as I liked, and wank myself stupid over her, and she… she’d, you know, think it was a bit of an ego trip, having someone who, you know…’ He’s kind of running out of words now, but he’s said enough for me to get the point.

    ‘Are you saying…? Are you saying you’d actually like it if I was…’

    ‘Yeah, why not? I think it’d turn me on a bit. I don’t mean you’d turn me on. I mean, knowing you’re fucking watching me, and getting off on it, and I can, you know, get you going real easy…’ He starts to rub his hands over his body, in pornstar style. He rubs over his chest, and puts one hand inside his t-shirt and over his nipple. It’s the first view I’ve had of his body, and it’s muscley and hot. He only gives me a second or two though; then he moves both hands down to his crotch and starts rubbing his thighs and round his bollocks. Fuck, he’s right about getting me going easily. ‘Liking that?’ I don’t answer, I figure the answer’s obvious. ‘Better stop that before you cum in your pants. Fuck! Your face was classic!’

    I try to look like someone who isn’t rock hard and drooling, ‘I really don’t know what you mean!’

    ‘Look. Are we going to do this thing or not? I’m up for it. I think it’d be a fucking massive laugh. And kind of a bit dangerous too, you know? Exciting. Come on, what do you think? Be honest.’

    ‘Well, to be honest… I can’t really believe this is happening, and I expect it’ll all fuck up in about ten minutes, but it’s just about the most exciting thing that’s ever happened to me, and… shit, I don’t know what to say.’

    ‘That’s sorted then. One thing though. Just so we know where we are with this. I’m proper, full-on straight, yeah? I’m not one of those metrosexuals or whatever. I’m just not interested in lads, not that way. So no touching, OK? I don’t want to wake up and find you feeling me up or something. You all right with that?

    ‘Yeah. That’s cool.’ I’ve no idea whether it’s cool or not. I don’t know how this is going to turn out. Still, even if it does fuck up, it’ll be a fucking exciting fuck up.

    ‘Right. Shall we go and rescue my shit before that prick throws it into the corridor?’

    ‘Um. Look. There is one thing… before we… I need a wank.’

    He laughs, loud and uninhibited. ‘What, now?’

    ‘Yes now. I’m fucking desperate, actually.’

    ‘Come on then. Let’s go and find the nearest bogs, so you can do the business!’ Before I know quite what’s happening we’re up and walking back to the Students Union building. He’s so relaxed about the whole thing that I’m hardly embarrassed at all. I don’t think I’ve ever said anything like that to anyone before. I would have expected to be bright red and cringing, but actually I’m fine. I’m walking next to my new straight mate, so we can find a toilet and I can have a wank. Over him. And he’s cool with it. I look across at him as we walk and he’s still smiling. Then he puts an arm over my shoulder and leans in. ‘So, have you got a boner?’

    ‘Yes.’

    And is it because of me?’

    ‘What do you think? Of course it’s because of you.’

    ‘How long you been hard then?’

    ‘Since just before you knocked me over in there.’ We’re nearly back at the SU and I gesture across to the building.

    ‘What? Were you already perving over me then? Shit! I thought you were standing a bit close, but fucking hell! You’ve been hard all this time? I think you’re probably the dirtiest, most perverted motherfucker I’ve ever met!’ He stops to think for a moment. ‘Actually no, probably not the most perverted, but you’re definitely the dirtiest homo I’ve ever met.’

    ‘Out of how many?’ He laughs, and pushes open the door to the SU. The toilets are just opposite the entrance and we go inside. I’m not sure how this is going to work, but I walk into the nearest cubicle, and he doesn’t follow, so I shut and lock the door. I hear him go into the next cubicle along and then the noise of the seat being dropped down. I don’t think he’s shut the door, though. ‘Come on then, stud. Fucking give it hell!’

    I fumble with my belt and manage to get it undone. My hands are shaking so much I can hardly get my jeans down. I can hear the blood pounding in my ears, and my cock is twitching and throbbing inside my boxers. I grab the waistband and push them down. My cock’s so hard it actually hurts. I sit down on the seat and take a few deep breaths. Then his voice comes through the partition again. ‘How long you going to need? You’re not going to be in there ages are you?’

    ‘About a minute, probably.’

    ‘Fuck. You always cum that fast?’

    ‘Only when there’s a fucking hot guy sitting right next to me.’

    ‘And when he knows exactly what you’re doing, right?’

    ‘Yeah, that helps.’ I grab hold of my dick, and move my hand up the shaft. A big sticky drop of precum oozes out, and I rub it into my bell-end, and start some serious, slow wanking. Never mind a minute; I could cum in about 5 seconds. I’m not going to rush this; I want to make it last at least a bit. On the other side of the partition, I hear him shifting his weight, and now I can see one of his feet under the partition. ‘How’s it feeling in there, stud? You having a good time?’

    ‘Fucking amazing.’ Seeing his foot in the small gap below the partition gives me a sudden surge of lust. ‘Hey! Move your foot a bit.’

    ‘What? Oh, OK.’ He moves it away from the partition, where I can’t see it any more!

    ‘Not that way, you twat. Towards me. Move it closer to me!’

    ‘You got some weird fetish thing? Foot fetish or something?’ But he moves his foot back anyway, right up to the partition.

    ‘Yeah. Feet, trainers, white socks, the whole lot.’

    ‘Dirty fucker. I suppose this must be like all your birthdays coming at the same time, then.’ His other foot appears for a moment, and pushes his trainer off. He flexes his toes for a bit, and then pushes the discarded trainer under the partition into my cubicle. His foot, in its white sports sock is on my side of the partition now, and he’s moving it about, like he’s showing it off to me. I resist the temptation to pick up his trainer and sniff it. Instead, I take off my own trainer, and slip my foot into his. The warm sweatiness inside and the unfamiliar shape that his foot has moulded it into drive me straight to the edge. I’m going to cum. I start really pumping my dick, and I realise I’m getting very noisy, but it’s too late to worry about that. The first shot of cum hits the partition, followed by another and another. It’s going everywhere, and I’m loving it. It’s the most intense orgasm I’ve had for ages, and it just seems to go on and on.

    I’m still coming down from it and starting to get my breath back when his voice comes through the partition again, ‘You cum already? You were proper horned up, weren’t you? Can I have my trainer back now, you perve?’

    I look down and there’s cum everywhere. Most of it’s on the partition and the floor, but there’s quite a lot on my boxers and jeans, which are down round my ankles, and quite a lot on his trainer too. Now his voice comes from in front of me, he’s moved round to the door. ‘Come on, what are you doing to it, fetish boy?’

    ‘I’m not doing anything to it. Well, I’m wearing it. I hope you don’t mind. You did push it underneath.’

    ‘Do I get it back then?’

    ‘Yeah, sorry. Look, I’ve got a bit of … well, I’ve cum on it a bit.’ There’s a pause, and I’m not sure how he’s going to react. I wait… then, ‘Well you better keep it, then. I’m not touching it if you’ve spermed all over it. Here…’ suddenly his other trainer is being pushed under the door. ‘Give me yours.’

    ‘Hang on.’ I rush to get my jeans back on. My boxers feel wet between my legs, but what the fuck? I open the door, and he’s standing outside, looking even more beautiful than I remembered. I pick my trainers up and hand them to him. He studies them in mock seriousness, looking for any tell-tale white stains. Then he drops them onto the floor and slips his feet into them. While I put his other trainer on and sort out my belt, he’s surveying the ribbons of shining white cum on the partition and the floor. He shakes his head, but the smile is still there. ‘Disgusting. Absolutely fucking disgusting. And I suppose you’re just going to leave all this shit, are you?’

    ‘Yeah. I thought I might.’

    ‘You should be ashamed.’

    ‘I am. I really am.’

    ‘You don’t fucking look it.’ Big grins from both of us. ‘Right, let’s go and sort our room out. If you’re a good boy, we can have some porn on later, and then I’ll show you what a proper cum-shot looks like.’

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    Wow. So Hot!

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    Fucking Hott. Cant wait For The Next Part.

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    Really hot story man.

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    I started reading this story on another site and was immediately impressed by its quality and intense, raw sexuality. I loved the characters, the evolving plot, the sex. It has it all. I needed to talk to kev in the worst way. He was getting my cum again and again. Tonight we finally got to chat and I asked him to please, please, please post this story on JUB. And now, here it is. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I have been.
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    Wow...you've got to write more.

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    Damn, that was hot. I hope you post more soon!


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    OMG!!! I can't wait for the next chapter!!! Wow! Scorching raw sex!!!

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    Kev,
    Welcome to JUB! I have to admit, this WAS a repeat for me, lol.
    I did read it recently over at Nifty, too, and thought it was "quite stimulating" reading then - it hasn't lost any of it's impact.

    I hope you enjoy JUB's story board, with the communal comments and interaction.

    Don't be a stranger! It's an addicting place to be - lots of cum-araderie!



    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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    Great start!

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    wasnt expecting much from a long chapter but u blew my expectations away i loved it cant wait for next part

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    Great start! Really hot and can't wait for the next part .

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    Holy shit dude. Please keep this story going!

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    Wow, what an amazing story!

    Good show man, and please do post more of this tale!

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    What a marvelous start to a great story! Your characters cum almost as much as I do!lol I average about 7 times a day typically. Unless I'm very busy with school and whatnot.lol You wouldn't believe my record if I told you. This first part really got me off...I can't wait to read what happens in their room!

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    Hey! Welcome to our Story Board. That was one hell of a great opener and totally believable.

    It is going to be fun seeing this story develop further and as for being gentle with you - sure so long as you keep this going!



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    Hi guys

    Wow! So many views of the story and so many replies - so soon!!

    Thanks to all you dirty porn lovers out there for making my first foray into JUB so positive !

    Also thanks to HardReader who suggested I should post here - I think i'm going to like being part of this community.

    Please feel free to comment, PM or MSN me if you want to feed back on my stories, or if you'd just like to chat

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    part 2 of the story will be heading your way any time now...

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    Really great story, man. So glad you shared it with us. Can't wait to read part 2!

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    Kev - AMAZING story!!!! I loved every bit of it!!!! Please continue quickly!!!!

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    I love this story!

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    Fantastic story man. Can't wait till the next installment

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    Thanks for the great comments guys!

    Here is part 2...


    STRAIGHT BOY ROOMMATE
    PART 2


    ‘Oh. I’m Dan by the way. It’s weird; I know the dodgiest stuff about you, but I don’t know what your name is!’

    ‘And I don’t know anything about you! I’m Kev. I know it’s a shit name, so don’t take the piss.’

    ‘Could be worse. You could be called Dick! I’ll see if I can think of something better to call you. You’ll have to give me a while, though.’

    ‘What? You mean, like a nick-name? That’d be cool. Nothing rude though!’

    ‘Rude? Me?’

    For the second time in an hour, we’re heading out of the SU building together, but this time, we don’t go down across the grass, we turn left, and follow the road round to where his accommodation block is.

    I’m still wearing his trainers, which is a big turn on, and I’m walking next to my new, straight, dirty-as-fuck mate, soon to be room-mate, which has me so turned on I can hardly control myself! My hard-on hasn’t gone down at all since I spunked up in the SU bogs, and I can feel it rubbing nicely against the inside of my jeans, through the thin material of my boxers. I look down at his left trainer as I walk; the splashes of cum are still there, on the toe and the laces, starting to dry by now, I suppose.

    We get to the front door of the block, and he has his key ready to let us in. He takes the stairs two at a time, and I follow him. We turn along the second floor corridor, and he looks back over his shoulder towards me, ‘Now, I’m not going to be rude to him, OK. We’re just going to go in, fetch my stuff and come out.’ I don’t know if he’s trying to convince me or himself.

    He puts his key in the door and opens it. Facing us is the most boring 18 year old in the whole of England. The most interesting thing you could say about him is that he’s quite tall. Boring hair: brownish and smartish. Boring clothes: a plain shirt, tucked in; old fashioned jeans with a crease ironed in neatly, and shiny brown shoes. For fuck’s sake.

    He’s sitting at his computer, and as we come in he looks up for a second, gives an enormous, rather theatrical, sigh and goes back to his screen. I look across at Dan, and can see him tense up. He’s going to start on the guy. I can see it coming. I try to mouth ‘Ignore him!’, but it’s too late. ‘So fuck-face. What’s the big sigh supposed to mean? I thought you’d be fucking pleased to see us.’ So much for not being rude, but the guy deserves it; he’s being a proper douche-bag.

    We wait for a reply. He doesn’t even look up, but there’s another big sigh. Dan wanders over a bit closer.

    ‘Now, I can understand how you don’t want to be nice to me, on account of you thinking I’m a disgusting, dirty motherfucker, but you haven’t said ‘Hi’ to my sweet, innocent friend, either, and he’s starting to think you might be a bit fucking rude.’

    This time, bland-boy looks up, for all of two seconds, says ‘Hi’, through gritted teeth, and then makes a big show of going back to his typing.

    Dan’s just getting warmed-up, though. ‘So, did we catch you at a bad time?’ He turns to me, his face a picture of studied seriousness. ‘I think he was just about to have a wank over Luke Skywalker or something, and we’ve disturbed him. Maybe he was just going to get his light sabre out.’ He gestures with his eyes across to the wall next to bland-boy’s bed, and yes, there is a Star Wars poster. I crack up; I don’t mean to, but I can’t stop myself.

    But the Star Wars insult obviously hits a raw nerve! Perhaps he really does wank over Luke Skywalker! His mouth opens and closes a couple of times, as if he can’t quite decide which carefully-phrased put-down to use, then he gets up, storms towards the door and wrenches it open. On the way out, he stops long enough to shout, ‘Piss off. Both of you!’ and then he’s gone.

    Dan looks quite taken aback. ‘Well, that was nice.’

    ‘It might make things easier, though. At least we don’t have to make small talk.’

    ‘True. Right. Let’s get started. I haven’t unpacked anything really, so it won’t take long.’ We move round quickly, him collecting up his toothbrush and toiletries, me putting a few things into boxes, and then he looks around the room. ‘Well, I think that’s it.’ He opens a couple of random drawers, and then throws the duvet off the bed. ‘No, nothing there. Except a few spunky stains. Wanna look?’

    ‘No! Of course not!’ But I can’t stop myself going over and looking. Although the cum’s completely dry, it’s yellow enough to show clearly against the white sheet. There’s a lot of it. I get a sudden mental picture of Dan laying on that sheet, on his side, his hand pumping his nob and his body tensing and jerking as he shoots his load. A serious amount of pre-cum leaks into my boxers, and I think I make a little noise, because Dan looks over at me. ‘Wanna lick?’

    Oh God, I’d love to! ‘Fuck off. I’m not a pervert!’

    He explodes with laughter, and then slaps his hand to his forehead. ‘Der, no, of course you’re not! I must have mixed you up with some other fucking homo sleaze-bag.’

    I grin and give him the finger. ‘Right. Sweet and innocent, like you said.’

    I drag myself away from the bed and pick up a couple of bags. I would have been quite happy having a bit longer to look at those cum splashes, and maybe even... no, for fuck’s sake, what’s wrong with me?

    But Dan isn’t picking bags up, he gone across to geek-boy’s computer. ‘Hey, Kev, he’s left this on, mate.’ As I go across, he’s already sitting down and clicking the mouse.

    ‘Dan, what you doing? Looking for porn?’

    ‘No. He won’t have any. Well, not yet, anyway.’

    ‘Oh, you’re not… Shit! He’ll go mad when he finds it.’

    ‘Let’s hope so.’ I go round behind the desk, and join Dan at the keyboard. He’s already on a porn website, one of his favourites, I suppose, and I watch as he starts to copy and paste pictures into various folders in geek-boy’s My Documents. It only takes a few minutes. ‘Right, Kev. Your turn.’

    We swap seats, and I bring up a website which I know has plenty a suitable pics. As I’m clicking on a picture of a hot guy in a cowboy hat sitting on a massive prick, I realise, fleetingly, that it’s the first time I’ve let anyone see any of the porn which I’ve been watching almost everyday for the last 4 or 5 years. Dan doesn’t seem bothered, though; then he stabs his finger at the screen. ‘That one.’ The picture is of a skinny guy with blond hair getting spit-roasted. ‘Make that one his screen-saver.’ I set about it, and it’s soon done.

    ‘Right then. Let’s get going.’

    We’re just picking up the bags and boxes when a glance at the bed sets me thinking about Dan’s spunk again. Before I can change my mind, I blurt out, ‘Hang on a minute. Before we go… there’s just something I’ve got to do.’

    Dan watches me as I go over and sit down on the bed. Watches as I put my hand out and trace the pattern of the cum with my finger.

    ‘You’re not really going to…?’

    ‘It was your idea!’

    ‘Was it fuck! How was it my idea?’

    ‘You said, “Did I want a lick?” Well, I do.’

    ‘I didn’t think you’d actually fucking do it!’

    ‘Teach you to be more careful what you say in future, then!’

    I grab a handful of the sheet and pull it, so it comes untucked. I lift it up towards my face, and look for the bit with the biggest stain on it. Dan comes and sits opposite me on the bed. ‘I can’t believe you’re doing this.’

    ‘Do you want me to stop? Am I being too pervy for you?’

    ‘No. Be as pervy as you like.’

    ‘How many loads is this?’

    ‘What?’

    ‘How many loads? Is this just last night, or did you have another one this morning?’

    ‘Mate! I had two this morning! Only one of them’s here, though. The other one was in the shower.’

    I push a big piece of the sheet into my mouth, and start to wet it with my spit. I can feel the material soften as I move it round my mouth, and the taste of the cum is soon there. It’s very feint, but definitely there, salty and sharp on my tongue. My cock is so hard, I think I might cum in my pants, and I lean back on the bed, so I can get my hand down the front of my jeans. Dan reaches out and grabs hold of my wrist. ‘Not yet! You can do that in a bit. We need to get out before that twat gets back.’

    I let the wet sheet drop out of my mouth. ‘Shit! I’d forgotten about him.’

    ‘Get your hand out of your pants, then! Fucking hell, can’t you leave it alone for two minutes?’

    ‘OK, OK. We’ll go.’ Reluctantly, I get up off the bed, and pick up the bags.

    This time we do make it out of the door. There’s too much stuff for one journey, so we carry the first load to where it’s still in view, put it down and then go back for the second. After about 10 minutes, we’ve got everything out of his block and into mine, or ours, as it will be now. We stop for a rest at the bottom of the stairs. Dan’s looking across at me and grinning. ‘You licked a man’s dried up spunk on a bed-sheet. What kind of dirty fucker does that make you?’

    I grin back. ‘You suggested I should lick your spunk off a bed-sheet. What does that make you?’ Dan seems to be considering the question carefully, but he obviously can’t decide on the answer, because he just shrugs, smiles and picks up the bags again.

    After a couple more minutes, we’ve managed to get everything along the corridor and piled outside the door, and then I search through my pockets until I find the key.

    When I open the door to my room, there’s someone in there.

    My roommate has arrived, and he’s unpacking stuff into the wardrobe. As soon as we come in, he stops what he’s doing, and comes over to us. ‘Hey, I’m Ryan. Looks like we’re sharing.’

    ‘Hey. I’m Kev.’ I don’t know what else to say, and I just stand there for what seems like ages. Ryan seems a nice guy. Good-looking, with an emo fringe, skinny jeans and Converse. Normally, I’d be interested in him, but just at the moment, he’s in the way. I look across at Dan, who seems to pick up my slightly panicky expression, and steps forward.

    ‘Hey, Ryan. Great to meet you. I’m Dan. Look, the thing is, mate, er, this is a bit difficult…’ Ryan looks backwards and forward between the two of us, waiting for one of us to continue. ‘It’s just that me and Kev, you know, we’d kind of agreed to share a room.’

    ‘What do you mean? What, this room?’

    ‘Well, yeah, mate, if you don’t mind.’

    Ryan looks very confused. ‘But they’ve just sent me to this room. I’ve got the key and all the paperwork and everything.’

    Dan struggles on, ‘Yeah, I know that, mate. It’s not an official thing. I mean, we’re in different rooms on the list, but we wanted to share, and we were going to use this room, because you hadn’t arrived yet.’

    ‘Are you mates then? Did you go to the same school?’

    ‘Well, no, not the same school, but we… er…’ Oh God, this isn’t going very well.

    Ryan doesn’t look happy at all. ‘Look. I’ve got everything unpacked; well nearly. I like this room. I don’t see why it’s so important for you, if you’re not even mates or anything…’

    I’m desperately trying to think what to say next, when Dan moves forward, looking confident; I think he’s got an idea.

    ‘Ryan, look mate, I wasn’t going to say this, because I didn’t want to embarrass you or anything, but the thing is, we’re, like, a couple.’

    It takes a few seconds before Ryan catches on. Fortunately, he looks at Dan not me, because my mouth drops open, and it takes me a moment to get my composure back.

    Ryan seems to take it seriously! ‘Shit! Oh sorry, I didn’t realise. I see now.’

    ‘We should have said straightaway, but, you know, some people have a bit of a problem with it. I’m sure you won’t, though?’

    ‘No, course not. Look, I’m a bit of an emo, I suppose that’s kind of obvious, really. You know what emos are like, half my mates are lesbians or bi-sexuals or fucking… something!’ I notice he doesn’t use the ‘G’ word.

    ‘I knew you’d be cool about it.’

    ‘You’re seriously, like, together, then? I mean, you don’t look… Well I know you can’t always tell, but you’re… well, I just wouldn’t ever have guessed.’

    ‘Yeah, we’ve been together for about 6 months, isn’t that right, Kev?’ I feel Dan coming up behind me, and then his arms are around my neck, and his head’s right next to mine. I manage a reply, ‘Yeah, yeah that’s right.’

    Ryan’s still not looking completely convinced. ‘This isn’t a wind-up, is it?’

    ‘We’re still at that stage where we can’t keep our hands off each other, you know what I mean?’ Dan moves a hand down my body and grabs a handful of my crotch. He grabs me the way a pissed straight boy might grab his mate if they were fucking about; it’s not an in-love couple sort of grab, but it seems to convince Ryan.

    ‘OK guys, look, sorry, I wasn’t… look I wouldn’t want to keep you two apart. I don’t mind moving out.’

    ‘Ryan. You’re sound, mate. Look, we owe you one.’

    ‘It’s no problem,’

    ‘No, really. We owe you big time. Can we get you a beer or something? Do you want a spliff?’ Out comes the bag of weed again. It seems ages since we were smoking down by the gardener’s huts.

    ‘Maybe later, eh. Cheers, though. I will take you up on that. But I think I’d better get my stuff packed up now. If I get wasted, I won’t do it. Then there’ll be three of us in here tonight, and I don’t think you’ll want an audience, eh?’ Ryan gives us a very suggestive grin.

    ‘Oh, I don’t know; we could sell tickets.’ Dan puts his hand on my crotch again, and then squeezes my bollocks. He really doesn’t know how to do ‘loving touch’ on a guy, and it hurts like fuck. I try not to show it, though.

    Ryan laughs. ‘I’ll pass on that one, OK?’

    ‘Look, mate, shall we help you with your stuff?’

    ‘No, it’s fine. I’d rather do it myself. I know where everything is.’

    ‘You sure? We don’t mind. Least we can do.’

    ‘It’s OK. You go. Give me half an hour. That should be enough. I need you to come back, though. I don’t know where my room’s going to be.’

    ‘Well, if you’re sure. We’ll be back in about half an hour, then.’

    Neither of us speaks until we’re right out of the accommodation block. Dan sets off down the path. ‘Bar. Come on. I need a pint.’ So do I! I can’t believe what he’s just done. Fortunately, the SU bars are just round the corner, and we’re there in a couple of minutes. I get the drinks in, and we down them standing at the bar. Dan calls the barman over, and gets us another, and then we head off into the far corner, where it’s fairly private. He swigs half of his second pint before he speaks.

    ‘Shit’

    ‘I know.’

    ‘I’m making him share with twat of the century, and he’s such a nice bloke.’

    ‘What? Is that what you’re thinking about?’

    Dan looks confused. ‘What do you mean? Why? What are you thinking about?’

    ‘Well, I’m thinking about how you’ve told him we’re a couple.’

    ‘It was the only thing I could think of.’

    ‘But…’

    ‘It worked, didn’t it?’

    ‘Yeah, it worked. But what happens when he tells everyone that we’re a couple. What are you going to do then? You going to admit you made it up?’

    ‘I didn’t think about that. I don’t know what… well, I could…’

    ‘Either that or you’ll have to stay gay for the rest of the year.’

    ‘Fuck that.’

    ‘Which means you won’t even get a sniff of a pussy until you leave.’

    ‘And definitely fuck that! I’ll tell him… I’ll think of something. I’ll say I’ve split up with you and turned straight from the shock. I don’t know. It’s all right. I’ll think of something.’

    ‘You really don’t give a shit about anything do you?’

    He looks suddenly serious. ‘Yeah, I do. I feel bad about lying to Ryan. He seemed like a sound bloke. I feel a proper shit.’

    ‘Yeah. I know. We need to make it up to him if we can.’

    ‘Yeah.’ He picks up his beer again, and downs the rest of it. ‘Anyway, you – you bastard! What the fuck is wrong with your dick?’

    He’s lost me completely. ‘Wrong?’

    ‘Yeah. Does it stay hard 24/7? I thought, you know, have a bit of a squeeze, like, convince Ryan we’re for real, and I get a handful of fucking… hard-on.’

    ‘Didn’t stop you coming back for seconds, did it?’

    ‘Fuck off. I was only doing it so Ryan would…’

    ‘I know. It’s all right.’

    ‘But you only had a wank about half an hour ago. I know, remember? I was there at the time.’

    I have a quick look down at my foot, where the wet stain on the lace of his trainers still shows. ‘I just stayed hard. It didn’t go down. When I’m this horny, one wank isn’t enough!’

    ‘You been hard all this time?’

    ‘Well, not quite all the time. It went down a bit while we were walking over here. But it’s back up now.’

    ‘Oh, for fuck’s sake.’

    ‘What do you mean, “For fuck’s sake.”? It’s your fault I’m hard all the time.’

    ‘I haven’t fucking done anything!’

    ‘Yes you have! Everything you do makes me more horny. You showed me the spunk in your bed, just to get me going. You let me wear your trainers, when you knew I had a thing about them. And then you felt my dick. In front of Ryan. Anyway, what happened to the no touching rule? You said “No touching”.’

    ‘Yeah, but that was just for you. You’re not allowed to touch me. Well, not like that, anyway. Back there, it was me touching you, and that’s allowed.’

    ‘Good. Well, you can do it again any time you want. You don’t even need to ask, just go ahead.’

    ‘That was a one-off. Just because we needed to get Ryan to move out. Don’t start expecting that…’

    ‘Look, Dan. It’s all right. I’m only winding you up. I know you’re straight, and I’m not expecting anything. OK?’

    ‘OK. So, do you want another beer, or another wank?’ The beer’s gone straight to my head, actually; I’m not used to drinking in the middle of the day, and I’m feeling a bit pissed already. But, what the fuck?

    ‘Can I have both? I don’t think we’ve got time, though. We said we’d be back in half an hour. Shit.’

    ‘I don’t know… Wait there.’ He’s up and off to the bar. He’s obviously got an idea, fuck knows what, though. I watch his arse as he gets more drinks, and keep watching him as he comes and sits back down. He’s got a dirty smile on his face, as he says, ‘It’s no good trying to get me pissed, Kev. It won’t get you anywhere! Drink up then.’

    I pick up my pint and knock some of it back. Suddenly, there’s something between my legs. Apart from what’s normally there, obviously. I look down, and Dan’s leg is between mine, with his foot sliding into place in my crotch. He’s got his leg stretched out under the little round table that’s between us.

    ‘Dan! What you doing? You can’t. Not here.’

    ‘Shut up and drink your beer.’ I try to drink some more, but he’s started rubbing his foot up and down, and it’s hard not to spill it. Then he presses his foot harder against my cock, and it feels nice. It feels very nice.

    ‘What if someone sees us?’ Dan, we in the middle of a bar!’

    ‘No-one’s going to see, because there’s hardly anyone here. And we’re not in the middle, we’re in a nice, private little corner.’ His foot goes back to rubbing up and down. The friction gets a response from my nob straightaway. But we can’t do this; it’s madness.

    ‘It doesn’t feel very private to me, Dan. We’re going to get caught.’

    ‘Tell me to stop then!’

    ‘What?’

    ‘Tell me to stop.’

    I open my mouth and then shut it again. I want to say it. I should say it. Of course I should. But I’m not going to. And he knows I’m not going to. I can’t. I put my beer down on the table and open my legs a bit wider. Then I look down. Dan’s foot is kind of massaging my cock, and it feels amazing. He’s wearing my trainers of course; big, padded skate trainers, and the sole is pressed hard against me. My breathing quickens, and I take hold of the table with both hands to steady myself against the effects of the beer and the waves of excitement and lust that ere already starting to take control of me.

    I keep a firm hold on the table, fix my eyes on Dan’s foot, and give in to the building orgasm that’s going to break over me any second. My breath is coming in gasps, and I’m tensing my muscles to push back against his foot. Then, just before I get past the point of no return, he stops moving. I’m right on the edge, I need to cum so badly. I open my mouth to say something, to beg him to keep going, but he stops me, ‘Shh. No talking.’

    Then I see the bottom of his jeans leg starting to move up. He’s got his hands under the table, where I can’t see them, but he must be pulling at the material, because, very slowly, I’m starting to see more of his leg. First, just enough to lift away from my trainer, and show a glimpse of white sports sock. Then, gradually, I can see more of his sock, right up to the three black lines round the top. I’m in a state of suspended animation, right on the edge of cumming. Hardly breathing. Why is this so hot? He’s only showing me his leg, for fuck’s sake. But I want to see it… come on… a bit higher now, and I can see his leg coming into view, tanned, muscley and covered in dark hair.

    I don’t think about what I’m doing. I can’t think; I’m too fucking horny. I make a grab for his leg with both hands. My right hand goes onto his ankle, taking hold of his sock, and my left hand slides down inside the trainer to hold his foot. I never do the laces of my trainers up properly, so they’re loose and I can get my hand in easily. As soon as I feel the shape of his foot and the sweat on his sock, I’m cumming. I hold tightly to his leg and grind my dick hard into the sole of the trainer. Fuck, it hurts, but I don’t care. The first few blasts of cum start shooting into my boxers. I’m gasping for breath, and my legs are shaking uncontrollably.

    Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know I’m making too much noise. I should keep it down, or someone will hear. But I can’t. It’s just too intense.

    As my orgasm builds, I slide my right hand up onto his leg, running it through the hair and over the tight muscle. I grind his foot even harder against my dick, as it throbs and squirts. He’s just letting me do what I want with his leg, and it feels incredible.

    Eventually, it begins to subside a bit. I look up at Dan, and we lock eyes. He’s still got the dirty smile on his face. I’m too exhausted to smile, completely out of breath, my chest rising and falling like I’ve just done a marathon, or something.

    I keep hold of Dan’s foot until my orgasm has properly finished and I’m beginning to get my breath back. He’s seems happy to wait. Then in the end, I let go, and he moves his leg away.

    ‘Dan, you shouldn’t have done that. It was fucking insane.’

    ‘Finish your beer. We’ve got to go.’ I do as I’m told. Shit, I feel dizzy. Now all that lust is draining away, I’m feeling the effects of the beer even more.

    ‘I’m a bit pissed. Sorry.’

    ‘Sorry you’re pissed?’

    ‘No. Sorry I grabbed your leg. I didn’t mean to. I said I wouldn’t.’

    ‘Yeah, you did, didn’t you? But I suppose I did lead you on just a bit.’

    ‘Just a bit!’

    ‘So I suppose it was slightly my fault too.’

    ‘Just slightly.’

    ‘And it was a laugh.’

    ‘It was fucking incredible.’

    The big grin is back on his face, and he puts his empty glass down on the table. ‘Right. I’m desperate for a piss. You’ve made me have three pints, at lunchtime, you bastard. You’re such a bad influence.’

    I put my best serious face on. ‘I’m really sorry, Dan. It won’t happen again.’

    He laughs. ‘It better not! Right, I’ve got three pints of piss to get rid of, and I expect you’ll want to watch.’

    ‘What? I… that’s so unfair… you seem to think I’m some kind of…’ It’s no good. I just give in. ‘Yes. I want to watch. Of course I fucking want to watch.’

    ‘That’s OK then. Let’s go. Ryan will be waiting for us.’

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    Kev,
    I must have known you were about to post Chapter 2 - I made a detour to Nifty this morning and read Chapter 2 before I came to work - was a bit tardy this morning!

    Now I get to post quickly while on late lunch.

    Super Hot tale of campus life! I feel sorry for the poor bloke you bumped, he seemed nice enough but, you made a deal and off you went - and back you CAME!

    I imagine you were a bit o' a sticky mess with damp front by the time you got up from the 2-top at the back of the bar to visit the loo.

    Fact or Fiction, it's one great story. Don't stop - keep it Cumming!

    And I have my questions about your "completely straight" roommate!
    He's getting entirely too much pleasure out of pleasuring you.


    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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    Fantastic story! I can hardly wait for part 3.

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    OMG Kev!! I love it! I am ridiculously hard now!! I can't wait for part 3!!!!

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    Oh fuck, that was some good shit! Kev, you are something else man. I am really enjoying what you've written so far and I simply cannot wait to read what you've got in store for us next. Thank you ever so much.

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    Your room-mate is my kind of "straight" - a complete tease, an exhibitionist & loves sex!

    I can see some of what's cumming ... Of course whatever happens, he is convinced he is "straight" !!! Luv it!

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    kev, I knew this would be a hit on JUB. It's so amazing to read. I'm loving it a second time and you know what that means.
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    this is a great read. keep it cumming ! ! !

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    Hey Kev, Welcome.
    Uproarious story, Thank you Please tell us more, Is Dan really straight ???
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    Great story so far! What a great idea for the end of the second chapter. Unofrtunately, I can no longer get the idea of having a wank in the SU bar out of my head. Oh well!

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    Quote Originally Posted by pje1886 View Post
    Great story so far! What a great idea for the end of the second chapter. Unofrtunately, I can no longer get the idea of having a wank in the SU bar out of my head. Oh well!
    Good! I don't want you to get it out of your head!
    That means the story's working, I think?!

    Perhaps you won't ever be able to get the idea of out your head until you actually do it! That would be hot!

    I'm sure you'd get plenty of volunteers to give you a hand!

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    This story is pretty hot. It's hotter if you read it with a British accent.

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    Quote Originally Posted by sdrival View Post
    This story is pretty hot. It's hotter if you read it with a British accent.
    You kinky bastard. Me likey!

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    Quote Originally Posted by sdrival View Post
    This story is pretty hot. It's hotter if you read it with a British accent.
    Hmm, that's an idea! Reading the other stories in an American accent, I mean.

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    I am loving this story very hot!!!!
    Never be afraid to try something new, remember, amateurs built the Ark, professionals built the Titanic.

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    Quote Originally Posted by pje1886 View Post
    Hmm, that's an idea! Reading the other stories in an American accent, I mean.
    We Americans can't help our accent, lol. The British accent is sooo much sexier!!

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    Quote Originally Posted by kevtrainerboy View Post
    Good! I don't want you to get it out of your head!
    That means the story's working, I think?!

    Perhaps you won't ever be able to get the idea of out your head until you actually do it! That would be hot!

    I'm sure you'd get plenty of volunteers to give you a hand!

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    Haha, yeah I'd say that means it's working. When I was reading through the story, I knew exactly where everything would occur in my SU, including the bit in the bar. So I know exactly where it'll happen if it does happen!

    I'm not so sure about 'plenty' of volunteers, but I'd like to think there'd be one or two.

    Quote Originally Posted by BADgreek View Post
    We Americans can't help our accent, lol. The British accent is sooo much sexier!!
    I agree we do have some good accents, but they just don't work on stories set in America or Canada. So I have to improvise. It works quite well!

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    LOL @ the accent's convo! haha I subconsciously do the same thing when I read stories. When I know what country it takes place in when I read that little voice I hear in my head is in the country of origin's accent. I find that fascinating really. Anywho, back on topic, thanks Kev for that very hot chapter! That really got me off and I can't thank you enough! I can't wait until the next chapter! I dread the day this hot story comes to an end.

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    Hottest story Ive read yet. I cant wait for some potential hot foot sucking, hehehe.

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    Good Story! Thanks for sharing and looking forward to part three.

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    OK all you horny readers out there...

    It's time for Straight Boy Roommate Part 3.

    Thanks to all those who have commented - it means a lot to me, getting so much positive and enthusiastic feedback!

    At the end of part 2, we left Dan and Kev in the Students Union Bar...

    STRAIGHT BOY ROOMMATE
    PART 3

    We get up together and head for the toilet; the same one where I had my last-but-one orgasm. Christ, was that only an hour ago?

    I try to remember what it’s like in there: I think there’s one of those long metal piss troughs along one wall, and the two cubicles opposite. It’s only the cubicles I can remember properly, but I suppose that’s understandable. I wonder if Dan will head for a cubicle, where we can lock ourselves in, or go for the piss trough, which would be more dangerous, but maybe more exciting.

    Dan pushes the door open, and we go in. Fuck! There are two blokes standing there, pissing. Now what do we do? There’s plenty of room at the long trough, it will look a bit odd if we just stand here. One of the guys looks over his shoulder at us, and then looks down again.

    Dan seems to hesitate for a second, and then pushes open the door to the second cubicle. What’s he doing? We can’t both go in together, not with these other blokes in here, and he said I could watch. But he doesn’t get past the doorway.

    ‘What the fuck?’ Dan steps back, registering an impressive mixture of surprise and disgust. ‘Look what some sick pervert’s done in here.’

    I look in over his shoulder. I was expecting that my cum would have dried by now, but there it is, still shiny against the dark tiled floor and partition wall. ‘Oh, that’s fucking disgusting!’

    By now, one of the guys has finished at the urinal, and comes across. ‘What’s going on, mate?’

    Dan screws up his face, like there’s a bad smell somewhere. ‘Some fucker’s spunked in here, mate. It’s all over everywhere.’

    ‘The dirty bastard! Steve!’ He calls to the other guy, who’s finished pissing and is doing up his fly. ‘Some fucker’s spunked all over the floor.’

    Steve comes over and gives it a quick look. ‘That’s gross. What’s wrong with some people? For fuck’s sake.’ As they leave, they’re still discussing it. They’ll probably be discussing it all day.

    Thank God! They’ve gone. Now I can get my first look at Dan’s knob. I’m so desperate to see it, I can’t wait! I’m at the urinal and undoing my belt and jeans in a couple of seconds. Dan saunters across slowly, and stands next to me.

    ‘Come on! Please! I want to see it!’

    I hope he isn’t going to be a twat and start teasing me by getting it out really slowly. I’m afraid that’s the kind of thing he might enjoy doing.

    Shit. He is. He puts his hands behind his head, and starts stretching and yawning. My stream of piss starts, quite slowly at first, but then it’s like someone turned on a tap. Three pints of beer; straight in and straight out.

    Dan’s still stretching and posing, and I’ve waited long enough. ‘Dan. Stop fucking around! Point your dick at this wall right now, or I’ll piss all over you!’

    ‘Easy, tiger! I’m doing it! Chill, OK!’ He starts to undo his jeans and I move a little closer, until our trainers are touching.

    Then he gives the front of his boxers a bit of a rub with his hand, and his fingers go under the waistband and pull it down. I expect I’m still pissing, but there’s only one thing I’m aware of right now, and it’s the long tube that’s appearing over the top of Dan’s boxers, having his right hand wrapped round it and starting to produce a stream of almost clear piss.

    He’s pissing so hard that there’s a lot of it splashing back off the metal piss trough. I can feel a fine spray hitting my hand and my cock starts to grow a bit. I hold it loosely, and let it grow, feeling my bell-end pushing forward and out through my foreskin. Suddenly, Dan’s foreskin is pulling back too! Holy shit! I can’t tell if he’s pulling it back, or if he’s getting hard too. I don’t actually care. I’m just standing here watching him, and that’s all I need at the moment. I’m so pleased we had that third pint; it means that he just keeps on pissing. I’m loving it, and I think he’s having a good time too. He starts swinging his cock from side to side, making the stream of piss snake backwards and forwards, like water from a hose.

    Then he turns to face me more. He can see how excited I’m getting, and I suppose he wants give me a better view. His piss is shooting across in front of me now, very close to where the last drops are falling from my semi-hard bell-end. I don’t even think about whether I should or not. I just do it. I push my hips forward a few inches, and dip my bell-end into the hot stream. His piss runs over the shiny tightness of my bell, and drips off into the urinal. I’m transfixed. I just stand there watching until he’s completely finished, and then I remember to start breathing again.

    Now he’s shaking it dry, and pushing his foreskin forward and back until the last drop is gone. It’s not properly hard, but it’s definitely not soft either. There’s a bit of firmness to it, and I’m wondering how much bigger it will get later on, when the porn is doing its job on it. Oh God, I can’t wait.

    I snap out of my dream-world as Dan’s dick disappears into his boxers, and he starts to do up his jeans. I quickly follow suit, stuffing my nearly-hard one into my cold, wet cummy boxers.

    Dan looks at me. ‘I thought you were perverted when we came in here the first time. But that was nothing compared to this.’ Yes! He’s going to start the insults again. I loved it when he did that last time. ‘You ought to be fucking locked away. You’re not safe round normal people.’

    ‘Normal like you, you mean?’

    ‘Yeah, mate. Normal like me!’

    ‘You pissed on my bell-end, you fucking freak!’

    ‘You put your bell-end in the way of my piss, you dirty queer bastard!’

    ‘And you wanked me off, straight boy! In public!’

    ‘Did I fuck!’

    ‘Yeah you did!’

    ‘You wanked yourself off, mate. You just used my shoe. Actually it wasn’t even my shoe. You wanked yourself off using your own shoe, because, in case you’ve forgotten, I’m wearing your trainers, because you masturbated on mine about five minutes after you first met me.’

    I’ve completely run out of insults, but it’s my turn to say something. ‘Well, you enjoyed it as well, and you’re supposed to be straight!’

    Dan smiles, and thinks for a second. ‘Well, let’s see, shall we? He comes over and stands right in front of me. One of his hands grabs his own belt, and the other grabs mine, pulling them away from our bodies. Dan looks carefully, first into his own boxers, then mine. ‘Well, it looks like you enjoyed it a whole lot more than I did!’

    Suddenly, the toilet door slams open and a short, stocky guy in a tracksuit appears. It happens so suddenly that there isn’t any time to take avoiding action. We are blatantly looking down each other’s pants. Tracksuit guy says, ‘Shit!’ and makes a run for it. He’s gone as quickly as he appeared.

    Dan doesn’t look bothered. ‘Well, he should knock before he comes into a room. Then he wouldn’t get nasty surprises.’ We both crack up.

    We head out of the SU building and Dan turns the wrong way. I have to remind him which room we’re going to, and it takes him a few seconds to get his head round it.

    ‘Dan, are you pissed?’

    ‘Kev mate, I’m off my fucking tits. I’ve had 3 spliffs and 3 pints today already, and I haven’t eaten a fucking thing!’

    ‘Well, don’t do anything stupid in front of Ryan!’ As soon as I say it, I want to take it back. Telling Dan not to do something stupid; and when he’s pissed up too! He could do anything!

    ‘Mate, don’t worry! It’s all safe!’ I think I’ll try and do most of the talking when we get back to the room. I’m feeling the effects of the beer, but I’m not in as bad a state as Dan.

    Dan’s still laughing at the look on tracksuit guy’s face when we get back to my room, where we left Ryan packing his stuff. I find the key, and let us in. Ryan is sitting on the bed playing with his phone, and he gets up as soon as we come in.

    ‘I thought you weren’t coming.’ He looks genuinely worried. ‘I thought you’d just pissed off and weren’t coming back.’

    I step forward. ‘Sorry, mate. Are we late?’

    Ryan looks at his phone. ‘Yeah, a bit. It’s about an hour.’

    ‘Shit! An hour? Sorry!’

    ‘A bit more, actually. It’s all right. Don’t worry about it.’

    I sense Dan moving forward, and there’s nothing I can do to stop whatever he’s going to say. ‘Actually, mate, it was all Kev’s fault.’

    Fuck! Where’s this going?

    ‘Yeah, he made me go to the bar and get really fucking pissed.’

    ‘Dan…’

    ‘I was only going to have one, but he kept buying more fucking beer, so I had to drink it. I told him we had to go, because we said half an hour, and you’d be waiting. I said, “Ryan will be fucking waiting for us, Kev”, but he wouldn’t fucking listen to me, Ryan mate. You know what I mean?’

    Dan’s slurring his words a bit, and it is actually quite funny, but I’m not going to let him get away with it. ‘Ryan, this is all bull-shit. You do know that, don’t you?’

    But Dan isn’t finished. ‘And then he made me wank him off.’

    ‘Dan, shut up, for fuck’s sake.’

    ‘We were just going, and he says “Dan, wank me off. I’m fucking desperate for one”.’

    ‘Dan! Christ! Sorry Ryan, he’s a bit pissed.’

    ‘He’s a dirty bastard, you know? He might look fucking innocent, but he’s dirty as fuck!’

    I look over at Ryan, who’s got a big smile on his face, and looks like he’s fine with all this. But I’m not sure. I think he may be quite embarrassed and covering it up. I think I’d better rescue him, before Dan says anything else.

    ‘Dan! You say another word and I’m going to fucking… punch you, or something!’

    Dan puts his finger to his lips, and makes a little ‘Shh’ sound. It’s so cute, I want to snog his face off. Fuck! Don’t think about that. Need to go. Need to get Ryan sorted out and then get back…

    ‘Right. Dan, you stay here, and I’ll help Ryan with his stuff.’

    ‘Yeah, yeah. I’ll stay here. I’m a bit pissed, actually Ryan mate…’

    ‘I think he knows that.’

    ‘I’ll get the porn set up while you’re out.’ I just give up. There’s no point saying anything. I just look at Ryan, and wait to see what’s coming next. ‘Because, we’re having a fucking dirty porn wankathon later, aren’t we, Kev?’ He turns to Ryan. ‘You into porn, mate?’

    Ryan’s definitely OK with that question, and his smile gets even bigger. ‘Yeah, I love it. Watch loads.’

    ‘What sort of stuff do you watch, mate?’

    ‘Oh, you know, anything. Just normal stuff…’

    ‘Yeah, normal stuff. Just so long as it’s proper fucking dirty.’ Dan’s starting to get into this, and I’m thinking that he going to forget that he’s supposed to be gay in a minute.

    I leap in. ‘Normal gay stuff, obviously. I mean, not the kind of stuff Ryan watches, I don’t expect.’

    Dan has forgotten! For a split second, his face is absolutely blank, and then he suddenly registers. ‘Yeah, normal gay stuff, obviously. You know, men… fucking… other men.’ For fuck’s sake! Is that the best he can do? That wouldn’t convince anyone! Well, the whole ‘pretending to be gay’ thing was Dan’s idea, so if he fucks it up, he’ll have to get himself out of it.

    Right; second attempt to get us out of here. I look over at Ryan. ‘You all set, then?’

    ‘Yeah, Think so.’

    ‘Thanks for doing this, Ryan. You know, swapping rooms and everything.’

    ‘It’s no problem.’

    Dan comes over too. ‘Yeah, cheers, mate. You’re a fucking legend!’

    I pick up a box and a bag; Ryan doesn’t seem to have much stuff, and we’re soon out of the door. ‘Ryan, is this seriously all you brought with you?’

    ‘No. I’ve got some more stuff coming on Sunday. My mum doesn’t have a car, so she’s got to wait until the weekend when she can borrow our next-door neighbour’s.’

    I wonder what Ryan’s home life has been like; not as easy as mine, by the sound of it.

    He looks across at me as we go down the stairs, ‘So how much of that was true, then?’

    Oh shit! He’s worked it out. It was probably Dan’s lame attempt to describe gay porn that did it. I hedge, ‘What do you mean?’

    ‘Did you really make him, you know, wank you off?’

    ‘No! He just… well, I suppose I did say I wanted one… but I didn’t make him. That was bull-shit. He likes to wind people up.’

    ‘It’s all right. I thought you’d gone off to have sex.’

    ‘What?’

    ‘When you said you were going to piss off for half an hour, I thought you’d go and have sex somewhere.’

    So, he hasn’t worked it out at all. He’s still buying the whole ‘gay couple’ thing. Perhaps Dan isn’t as unconvincing as I thought. Or maybe Ryan just accepts things. Not everyone over-analyses everything all the time, like I do.

    We’re inside Ryan’s block now, and as we climb the stairs, he asks, ‘What’s the guy like who I’m sharing with? What’s his name?’

    Shit! Another question I don’t want to answer. ‘Well… I don’t remember his name. I only met him for a few seconds. Just to say ‘Hi’ to, you know?’

    ‘Did he seem OK?’

    ‘Hard to say really. Like I say, I only saw him for a few seconds.’ I’m praying that geek-boy won’t be in, and as Ryan turns the key and swings the door open, I scan the room. Thank fuck for that! No sign of him. We go in, and Ryan does a quick tour of the room. It doesn’t take long; there’s not much to look at, and he puts the box he’s carrying down on the bed.

    The bed is exactly as Dan and I left it. Oh shit! The duvet’s still on the floor and the sheet is still covered with the evidence of Dan’s night-time activities and my day-time ones. Ryan’s standing looking at the big wet circle on the sheet. Then he sits down on the bed and peers at it more closely.

    ‘I don’t suppose this is anything to do with you and Dan, is it?’ There’s a slight smirk on Ryan’s face; he’s obviously not slow at picking up on some things.

    ‘Ah, well, err, Dan slept in this room last night, and he needed to, you know, squirt some juice… and, err, so he did… and …’ I can’t tell him the other bit. Fuck; I’d die if he knew about that! ‘…and then, when we knew we were swapping rooms, we, err, tried to wash it out with some water…’

    ‘Really?’

    ‘Yeah. Look, Ryan, I’ll take that sheet off and change it. I’ll get one from our room or somewhere.’

    ‘It’s all right, I’ll do it.’

    ‘No, look. I should. I mean, we made the mess in the first place, well Dan did, and we shouldn’t have just left it for you to find. It’s a bit bad. Well, it’s fucking gross, actually. I suppose, it’s not like Dan was wanking in your room, because it wasn’t your room then, but it still feels, fucking… fucking…’

    ‘I said it’s all right. I’ll sort it out in a bit.’ He suddenly looks at me from under his fringe, and grins. ‘Anyway, I had a wank in your room, so I guess we’re even.’

    ‘What? When?’

    ‘When you were at the bar. It only took about 5 minutes to pack my stuff, and I got bored. I watched some porn on my phone, and, well, you know…’

    ‘What if we’d come back? Weren’t you worried about us catching you?’

    ‘No. I knew you’d be ages. I was pretty sure you’d gone off for a fuck anyway.’

    ‘You dirty bastard! You’re as bad as me. I didn’t think you’d be like that. Leave you alone for five minutes and you’re whacking off over phone-porn!’

    ‘Actually, it wasn’t…’ There’s a sudden change in Ryan’s body language, he kind of stiffens up, and takes two very deep breaths. I wonder what he’s psyching himself up to say. ‘It wasn’t so much the porn.’

    ‘Ryan, what’s up?’

    ‘It wasn’t the porn that got me, you know, horny. Well, it was a bit. But mostly… it was thinking about you two.’

    ‘You were thinking about me and Dan?’

    ‘Yeah. Having sex.’

    Oh fuck. How much more complicated can this get!

    ‘You got turned on, thinking me and Dan were having sex?’

    ‘Yeah.’

    ‘Do you… I mean, is that the sort of thing you normally get… you know, turned on by?’

    ‘Sometimes. Well, not as much as I used to.’ He stops and looks up at me; a strange, rather bleak look, that really unsettles me. He obviously wants to say more, and I make myself sit silently and wait until he’s ready. Eventually, it comes, ‘I had a bad experience.’

    ‘Shit.’

    ‘I used to think about lads quite a lot, but I got kind of put off. I’ve been trying to, you know, shut it out, just think about straight stuff, but it’s not…’

    ‘Not working?’

    ‘Kev. Can I ask you something? You can tell me to fuck off if you want.’

    ‘Just say it. Whatever it is. I won’t care.’

    ‘How much is it supposed to hurt when you get fucked?’

    Shit! How the fuck should I know? I’ve got to say something, though. I’ll just have to throw together various things I’ve picked up from web-sites and stories, and from watching porn. That’s the best I can do.

    ‘Well, I suppose… well, it’s hard to say really… I mean, it depends on a lot of things…’

    ‘What about when…’ He stops and looks up at me again from under the fringe. I know what’s coming. ‘What about when it’s happening to you? I mean, with Dan, when you… the first time… was it really bad?’

    ‘No, no… it was…’ Fuck! What do I say? ‘I guess we just took it really slowly, and … no, it was fine…’ Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I don’t think I can keep this up any more! I’m going to have to tell him the truth. He seems such a nice guy; it’s not fair to let this go on any longer. Besides, sitting so close to him for this long has given me the chance to have a proper look at him, and he is really nice-looking. And now I know he’s not completely straight… I know what I need to say; it’s just finding the right words.

    As I open my mouth to speak, I see a tear running down Ryan’s nose, and then another. Shit, he’s really upset; I can’t tell him now. ‘Ryan, what’s the matter? Mate? Is it something I said?’ He shakes his head, and the tears drip onto the floor. ‘Do you want to talk about… whatever it is?’

    He’s openly crying now, and compulsively twisting the ring which he wears on his thumb. The silence lengthens between us, and I really don’t know what to do. The thought comes into my head that I should put my arm around him, or give him a hug, or something; but even as I’m thinking it, I start over-analysing again – I only want to hug him because I fancy him, not because I feel sorry for him. But surely I’m not… So what do I do? I can’t just carry on like nothing’s wrong. Think! If I was straight, what would I do? What would Dan do? I decide that Dan would definitely put his arm round him. It’s the right thing to do; if I enjoy doing it, that doesn’t matter; it’s still the right thing to do.

    I move closer to Ryan on the bed, and put my arm round his shoulders. I can feel his shoulder bones through his t-shirt. I can’t help glancing down his back to where there’s a big gap between his t-shirt and the top of his jeans, which are very low on his hips. I can just about see right down to where his arse crack starts. Fuck! I’m not supposed to be getting off on this. I switch my gaze back up and give his shoulder a squeeze. I’m hoping it will help to make him feel better, but instead he seems to cry more, his body shaking and shivering. I put my other hand onto the leg of his jeans, and give his leg a gentle rub. Now my eyes go straight to the really big bulge in his jeans. His skinny jeans are so tight, there’s no way of hiding anything in them, and Ryan’s obviously got plenty in there. I can’t tell if it’s hard or soft though, which is frustrating. Fuck – I’ve got to stop doing this! This time I have to really force myself to look away, and to look at his face. ‘Come on, Ryan, why don’t you just get it off your chest? You’ll feel better once you’ve told someone.’

    After a few seconds, Ryan nods his head, sniffs a couple of times, and wipes his face with his hands. Then he puts his hand down on top of my hand, and closes his fingers round mine. His hand is wet with his tears. ‘You don’t mind if I do this, do you?’

    At last, a question I can just give an honest answer to. ‘Course I don’t mind. It’s fine. It feels nice.’ I close my arm a little tighter round his shoulder.

    ‘OK.’ He takes a deep breath. ‘There was this guy, you see. I was at Rock Garden, and he…’

    ‘What’s Rock Garden?’

    Oh, it’s a club. A live music place; rock bands, you know. I saw this guy there, and he kept looking at me and following me around. I quite liked him, you know, and he must have seen I was looking back at him. When the band came on, he got right behind me and was, like, grinding against me. He was really hard, and so was I; and then he put his hand in my pocket, and started rubbing my dick. I got so turned on…’

    ‘First time anything like that had happened to you?’

    ‘Yeah. In the end, he said he’d take me round the back, and we could have some fun. I was so horny, I just went with him. He kind of shoved me up against the wall and just stuck it in me. It hurt so much. It felt like I was going to die. I starting shouting for him to stop, but he didn’t. In the end I grabbed his balls and squeezed really hard. I managed to kind of fight him off. He was really angry. He banged my head against the wall and called me a prick-teasing little twat.’

    ‘Shit, Ryan. Fucking hell. No wonder you don’t want to think about guys any more. Shit.’ Ryan’s still quite shaky, but he seems to have stopped crying. I’m not sure what to say next. ‘Look… it doesn’t have to be like that. The guy you met was a bastard; a fucking sicko. Most guys aren’t like that.’

    ‘I know. But he scared me.’

    ‘You just need to meet a really nice guy. You’ll be able to get over this.’

    ‘Do you think I’m gay then?’

    ‘Shit! Ryan, I don’t know. You’re obviously not completely straight; you’ve told me you think about guys sometimes, and you were thinking about me and Dan, weren’t you? But I can’t see inside your head. If you were gay, how would you… I mean, would you have a big problem with it?’

    ‘I don’t know. I don’t fucking know about anything anymore! I’ve tried to shut it all out! I even got rid of all my gay porn, I try not to think about lads, but it all keeps fucking coming back.’

    ‘Ryan, it’s not good to block things out. It fucks with your head. And anyway, you can’t keep things blocked out forever.’

    ‘I’ve realised that.’

    ‘You’re going to have to be honest about what you really want, sometime. It won’t be easy, but you’ll go mad otherwise.’

    ‘What’s the point of me being honest about what I want, if I can’t have it anyway?’

    Suddenly, I’ve lost track of where this conversation is heading. ‘I don’t get you? Why can’t you have what you want?’

    There’s another long silence, and I feel Ryan’s body shaking. Then the tears start again, and he says in a very small voice, ‘Because you’re with Dan.’

    Is he saying… Fuck! No! Ryan wants… and he thinks… Fuck! This can’t be happening. Shit. Think. Shit. ‘Ryan, are you saying… fucking hell… look, are you saying you want… something to happen between us.’

    Ryan seems to break down completely; he’s sobbing and crying so much that I can hardly make out his words, ‘I’m sorry! I didn’t mean…! I shouldn’t have said anything. I know you and Dan… and he’s so nice… you’re both so nice. Why did I have to fucking say that?’

    ‘Ryan, don’t worry. It’s all right, really.’

    ‘It’s not all right. I’ve fucked everything up as usual.’

    I slide forward off the bed and kneel down in front of Ryan. Taking hold of both his shoulders, I lift him up so he’s looking at me. ‘Ryan. I want you to listen to me, OK? Come on, dry your eyes.’ I look around, but there’s nothing obvious to use so I pull my hoody off over my head, and dab at his eyes with the sleeve. He lets me do it for a few seconds, and then finishes the job himself. I reach up and brush his fringe across, out of his eyes. He’s looking very red and blotchy, but he’s stopped crying, and his eyes are fixed on mine.

    ‘First off, you haven’t fucked anything up. You’ve said what you feel, and that’s good. I mean that’s positive, isn’t it? And I, well, I think I kind of feel… shit, I’ve told you that you need to be honest about what you feel, and now I can’t fucking say what I want to…’ I take a deep breath. ‘I think you’re a really hot guy, and to be honest, I’m having a hard time keeping my hands off you.’

    ‘But you’re…’

    ‘Yeah, I know. But me and Dan, we, err… well, we don’t have… it’s not that kind of relationship. We can do what we like, kind of…’

    ‘Seriously?’

    ‘Yeah. It’s a pretty unusual… err… relationship… but it’s fine.’

    I run my hands through his hair again, and wipe away a last stray tear with my thumb. This is surreal! ‘So, anything you want to do is fine with me. I’d love it. Seriously. But I’m not going to start anything unless you’re sure you want to, OK? It’s up to you. If you want me to go now, so you can think about things, that’s fine; but if you want me to stay, that’s fine too…’

    ‘Don’t go. I don’t want you to go. I want… will you just hold me for a bit?’

    I shuffle forward on my knees until I’m as close to the bed as I can get, and reach out to him. Ryan moves forward to the edge of the bed and throws both arms around me, pulling me in towards him. I close my arms around his back, and we don’t move for what seems like ages, just squeezing and holding and breathing together.

    My head is pressed to Ryan’s chest, and I’m drinking in the smell of him, a mixture of sweat, after-shave and an indefinable man-smell. It’s nice, but not as nice as what I’m feeling lower down. Ryan’s legs are open wide, on either side of me, and my stomach is pressed hard against his crotch, feeling the rock-hard mass of his cock, throbbing and straining inside the tight jeans. I can feel the shape of it; the hardness of it; I think I can even feel it twitch, with every heartbeat, through the tightly stretched denim.

    Eventually, I allow my hand to move up his back, and I run it through his hair. ‘Ryan, are you all right?’

    ‘Yeah. I think so. I’ve never done anything like this before, you know.’

    I want to tell him that I haven’t either; that this is new and exciting and amazing for me too, but of course I can’t. I will explain everything to him, but not now. ‘It doesn’t matter. Are you still feeling scared.’

    ‘Kind of scared. I think it’s more excited than scared though.’

    ‘Yeah! I can feel how excited you are!’

    ‘Sorry.’

    ‘For God’s sake, Ryan, don’t apologise for it! I’m fucking loving it!’ He laughs, and I feel the movement from it go through his body. ‘That’s better! So. What happens now? It’s your call.’

    ‘Oh shit.’

    ‘What’s the matter?’

    ‘Do I have to say it?’

    ‘Why not?’

    ‘OK. You want to know what I want? What I want most is… to get my dick out of these jeans. It’s fucking agony!’ He relaxes his grip on me and lets himself fall back onto the bed. He reaches for his fly, but I put out my hand to stop him. ‘Let me do it. Please.’

    I run my hand over his crotch again, tracing the shape of his dick, bent round and trapped in the tight fabric. I undo the buttons on his jeans, and pull the fly wide open. His dick starts to straighten up immediately, circling round under the thin material of his boxers, until it comes to rest, caught under the waistband. I watch it for a few seconds as it jumps and twitches, and then put my hand into the top of his boxers, and pull them away from his body. His dick snaps upright, quivering a little, the foreskin pulled right back and a smear of pre-cum glistening on the bell-end. I rub my finger gently along his piss-slit, and feel him stiffen. Another big drop of pre-cum oozes out, and he raises himself onto his elbows and looks at me.

    ‘Ryan, I want to make you cum. I want to so fucking much. But I’m not going to do anything unless you say it’s all right.’

    ‘Yeah, do it! Please! I want you to!’

    I know exactly what I’m going to do. I’m going to suck Ryan’s dick. Somehow it doesn’t matter that I’ve never done it before; I know it’ll be instinctive. I’ve watched it happening on a screen, hundreds of times, and imagined doing it more often than that. Now it’s going to happen.

    My cock is so hard it’s almost hurting me, but it doesn’t feel right to get it out. I want this time to be just for Ryan. Dan’s told me what I can expect when I get back to our room, and I’m going to save my cum until then.

    That doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy this to the full, though. I run my hand down Ryan’s leg and over his rather sexy Converse. I take hold of his ankle, and lift his leg, putting the sole of his trainer right against my cock. ‘Can you feel that? Can you feel my hard-on?’

    His foot moves inside the shoe, and presses against me. ‘Yeah, I can feel it. You’re fucking dirty, you know.’

    ‘Yeah. And you’re fucking sexy!’ I close my legs to keep his foot trapped against my boner, and move my head towards his bell-end. Wrapping my hand round his cock, I pull it down towards me and lick right across the top of his piss-slit. The pre-cum slides off onto my tongue, but it’s quickly replaced by some more. Ryan makes a groaning noise; he’s so turned on I think he’s going to cum really fast, and I want to make sure it’s a good one.

    I open my mouth and let his bell-end slide inside. It feels bigger than I thought it would. It isn’t uncomfortable; it feels great actually, but I wasn’t expecting my mouth to feel this full. I start to move my tongue against the underside of his bell-end. It’s a place that’s super-sensitive on my own cock, so I think Ryan will like it. Judging by the noises he’s making, he’s loving it. I push it a bit further into my mouth, and then suck in my cheeks and pull out and back in. Another groan from Ryan, and as I pull out and back in again, I feel his whole cock change shape in my mouth, bigger, tighter, harder. All his muscles tighten, and his foot presses harder against me. ‘Shit, Kev, I think…’ Before he can even finish, the first jet of cum slams into the back of my mouth. His hips jerk hard, which forces the tip of his cock hard into my throat, firing the second blast into me, almost making me choke. He keeps up the thrusting, each thrust delivering a bit more of his massive load, and he keeps thrusting even after the supply of juice is completely exhausted. Eventually, he falls back onto the bed, panting and gasping for breath.

    My mouth feels like it’s still full of cum. I’ve swallowed quite a lot, and I can feel a bit dribbling down my chin, but there’s still loads in my mouth. He must have shot fucking gallons of the stuff. I swallow. It’s not the first time I’ve swallowed cum, obviously, but it’s the first time I’ve swallowed anyone else’s. It tastes nice, hot and thick; and knowing how much passion and lust Ryan put into shooting it, makes it taste even better.

    I look back at Ryan, lying flat out on the bed, his chest rising and falling. He needs a bit longer to come down from his orgasm, so I take the opportunity to slip my hands inside his Converse, closing my fingers under his feet and feeling the damp warmth and sweatiness on my hands. Oh, fuck! This is so hot!

    With my hands still in his trainers, I lean forward again, to lick the last of the cum off his dick. When he feels my tongue, Ryan raises himself up on his elbows and smiles. I smile back.

    ‘Feeling better now?’ He nods, and his smile gets bigger. ‘And what if I leave now, and go back to Dan’s? How will you feel then?’

    There’s a pause. I can see he’s struggling for a moment, but then he seems to take a decision; ‘Well, I’d rather you stayed here, you know, just stayed here and never left, but I know that’s stupid, so… when you go, I’m going to lie here and imagine the last ten minutes over and over again. Then I’m probably, going to fill my phone with gay porn, wank myself stupid, and then drink until I throw up over myself and pass out in a pool of vomit.’

    ‘So you’ll be all right, then?’

    ‘I will if you promise you’ll come back tomorrow.’

    ‘Of course I’ll come back tomorrow. If you really want me to.’ Suddenly, Ryan grabs my face with both hands, and kisses me full on the mouth. It’s so unexpected that I don’t have time to respond. It’s over in a second.

    Ryan opens his mouth to speak; I just know he’s going to say sorry again, ‘Ryan, don’t you fucking dare apologise.’ This time it’s me taking hold of Ryan’s face, and moving in to kiss him. And this time it doesn’t end; we stay locked together, and my tongue pushes its way between his lips and into the warm wetness of his mouth, and our hands are rubbing and exploring each other’s bodies, and years of wanting and denying begin at last to fade and recede.

    Eventually, we unlock our tongues and mouths, and disentangle arms and bodies. I brush Ryan’s fringe across, out of his eyes, and touch his cheek with my hand. ‘Are you sure you’ll be OK?’

    ‘Course I will.’

    ‘I’ll see you tomorrow.’

    ‘Promise?’

    ‘Promise.’

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    Aww, Kev and Ryan! Such a great chapter.

    I'm feeling a bit uncomfortable. Err... back in a moment!
    You depend on our protection yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth!

    I know you'll find your own way when I'm not with you tonight.

    foREVer

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    that was hott

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    Kev,
    Your perverted portrayals continue!

    What a crazy ass fuck of a time.

    And Ryan - I wonder how much Kevin is pondering whether he should have left well enough alone and what kind of a year he could have had with Ryan.

    But, without the catalyst of Dan to bring it all out in the open, would he have?

    Now, the possibilities are endless- especially since "super straight" (yeah, RIGHT!) Dan seems to be getting his rocks off and venturing closer and closer/over the "straight" line.

    I'm looking forward to "tomorrow". I can just picture Dan hanging around, encouraging the two fledgling "will it be love" birds in their mutual explorations, being a witness, and perhaps 3rd source of cum, in it all.

    We all have our fantasies - and yours is great!

    Thanks for sharing your inner desires with us - it's certainly "raising" our "hopes", too.



    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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    What an interesting yet HOT turn of events! This chapter came out quicker than I expected but I'm not complaining lol God I wish I was that lucky! But for the time being, I have some unfinished business to attend to! So if you'll excuse me....................

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    That is one Hot story! Keep it up.

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    wow so hot Kev I just found your story! Im so glad your writing here this is so hot!!!! I can't wait for more chapters to this hot story....

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    Scorching hot!!!

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    Sorry it took me so long to post but I enjoyed this chapter slowly and thoroughly. Several times as a matter of fact. Kev, you really know how to get the juices flowing, don't you? I hope that we're able to continue enjoying this story for quite some time yet. Thank you.

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