Straight Boy Roommate - Part 1
This is the first part of my first story on JUB, so be gentle with me!
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?
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?’
‘Won’t they do it?’
‘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?’
‘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?’
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.’