My Poz Roommate

[Toon]

1985

As an only child, I was dreading college only because I'd be sharing a dorm room with some stranger. I'd never spent the night with somebody else sleeping only a few feet away. This would suck.

I moved into the little concrete cell on the 4th floor with just a few boxes and a giant suitcase. I got there first and tried really hard to pick which side I wanted to be on.  I decided it made no difference, and just plopped down on he left side. I made the bed and put away my clothes and  waited to see who would be walking through the door. Nobody. It had been a long day, a long drive and I finally just stretched on on the bed and took a nap.

"HELLO!"

I sat up awake and saw my new roommate barging through the door with giant black trash bags full of his stuff. He disappeared and then came back with a giant boom box and a portable TV. He just piled it all in the middle of the floor and stripped down to his underwear.

"It's so hot -- even for August".

"Yeah", was all I had to add.

"I'll clean this all up, but right now I just need to relax a minute".

He was lying in his bed and I found myself staring at his almost-naked body. He was super tall and long...with almost no meat on his bones. He had really large feet with the longest toes I'd ever seen. Hid hair was scruffy and but not quite what you'd call "overgrown". I also noticed he had tons of severe scars. He had one scar that went from right below his ear, down his neck and across his chest where it met up with other wicked scars. Weird. There was also a really fat bulge in his jockey briefs which I just had to ignore. This was my roommate, after all.

He eventually got up and started organizing his shit. He didn't finish everything, but most of it looked okay. It was orientation week and I figured there was enough time to settle in properly.  

"I'm Cole, by the way. I'm from Omaha".

"I'm Tim. I'm from Topeka,"  I replied.   I thought we'd shake hands, but he was already concentrating on getting dressed  and grooming his hair. 

"It's early, man. I'm going to go cruise the sororities and find some drunken sluts".

"Have fun", was all I said.

"I always do".

And he was gone. I all of the sudden felt homesick -- so I called home. I needed to hear my mom's voice just for a minute or two. She put my dad on the phone, and he asked about the drive and my gas mileage. We started to talk but the noise in the hallway was deafening. What the hell? I told him I'd call back in a few days and hung up.  There was a party on my floor. Guys were hooting and laughing -- and it felt like something I should join. There was a keg right there on the carpet and people were pumping out beer into red plastic cups. I'd had exactly three beers in my whole life and gotten really sick, but I was older now. In college. So I started chugging it right along with my new neighbors. I met a few guys and made some decent conversation somehow. After the fourth cup of beer, I realized I was still a novice and should probably go back to my room. I turned off the light and got undressed. Everything was spinning. I was on a wild ride of alcohol and just had to endure it until sleep. The spinning stopped and my stomach settled. 

"YOU'RE IN BED ALREADY??!!"

Cole was back from his adventures. I sat up and adjusted my vision to the light he'd rudely turned on. "How ere the sororities? "

"Great! I got blown and and even a hand-job later. I almost passed out. I swear girls will go for any guy as long as he's tall. No offense. (I was what you might call 'short')."

"None taken. Cool".

"Are you too tired to talk a bit. I don't know much about you. Tim, right?"

         THE FOLLOWING CONVERSATION IS ALMOST VERBATIM:

"Well, I'm 18 and on a partial academic scholarship. I want to major in journalism or maybe English".

"Wow. So you're smart? Know anything about incest? My dad used to fuck his little brother when he was a kid. And his older brother fucked him at the same time. They all shared the same tiny bedroom and just all fucked all the time".

Holy shit! I was hearing this. "He told you all this?"

"Yeah. He was a big drunk and used to keep me up all night talking and crying".

I silently hoped he was an only child, but then he added "I think he might have fucked my little sister, or tried to.  Can't blame him, really. She had huge tits at age 12. I probably would have tried to get a piece of her, but she bugged the shit out of me. She turned out to be a whore anyway".

"Did your dad give you all those scars?"

"Nah. I was in a car accident last year...a bad one. I was on the operating table for almost ten hours. You'd think I would have had one of them 'near death experiences' but I don't remember any. The good thing is they saved my life.....the bad thing is that I got HIV from the blood transfusion".

I was shocked. I didn't know much about the disease, but I knew it was a big deal. "I'm sorry", was all I could say.

"It's OK. I just have the HIV, but I don't have AIDS or anything. I'm fine".

And then he turned off the light, stripped and went to bed.  We said a few more things, but sleep was overtaking him and he started snoring.

I, however, stayed awake for two hours. At least.

 

Over the next few weeks we went through classes and homework and developed a routine. Sort of. He didn't seem all that interested in school. He wanted to go out all night and cruise for pussy, and then, during the daytime he'd lie in bed and beat off to his huge collection of porn magazines. He never even tried to hide it. I saw his enormous hard-on so many times that first month.  I liked looking at it, but I never once watched him ejaculate. That seemed too intimate.

He always wanted to talk (once his dick got too sore to stroke any longer, I guess). I'd talk about my classes and how nervous I was about midterms, but all he ever really wanted to discuss was fucking.

"I almost got laid the other night by this chick at Chi Omega, but she got freaked out by my scars...and my big dick, I guess. I think I'm starting to get bad reputation around here".

"Why?"

"I don't know, man. I guess I told my operation story too much. Or maybe it's because I'm ugly. Look at me -- if you were a girl, would you let me fuck you?"

"Yes", I said way too fast. 

He sat and thought for a minute. "Good to know. Thanks".

I'll cut to the chase here:  He ended up asking me if I'd let him screw me in the butt. I agreed only because he didn't have AIDS after all...only HIV.

As desperate as he was to get off, he had a lot of conditions for this event. I had to lay down on my stomach with my face in a pillow. Also, I couldn't talk or make any sounds. He didn't want to hear a guy's voice. I of course signed off on all of this. But then nothing happened. Not for days and days.

And then one late night I had fallen asleep reading my history book with just a tiny lamp over head. Cole walked into our room looking dejected. I dropped my book and turned over on my stomach. Did he even notice I was still awake? Would he do it tonight?  My face was in the pillow, but I turned a bit to see him take off his clothes and grab the giant bottle of lotion he used to masturbate with.  I expected him to turn off my lamp so he could pretend he wasn't with a guy, but he left it on. And then he silently climbed on my back.

"You have no hair back here. I like it".

Then I heard the lotion bottle's pump. He was lubing up his penis. And then a thick finger started pushing some of the liquid into my ass. I'd forgotten how big his hands were, It hurt, but I didn't make a sound. This was it. Wow. It was really about to happen. My first sex. I was all excited until that fat head started to push in. I wanted to cry out, but buried my face deeper into the pillow. "Holy fucking shit -- it's so tight."

"You're a goddamn virgin. I'll go as slow as I can, OK?"

He inched his way into my gut, and I probably whimpered a bit. 

"Fuck, I'm all the way in. Most girls can't take it this far. I'm close".

He started pumping away and I have to admit it felt really nice. Part of my pleasure came from knowing I was with a man I genuinely liked. Or loved. 

He was quickly moving toward a climax...and then he was there. I thought I'd feel his sperm shoot through me, but I didn't. He stayed still on my back for a minute. And then he stood up.

"You can turn over now, Tim."

I did. And I saw his full, naked, scarred frame towering over me. I reached out and touched his hip and said "Thank you, Cole."

He seemed confused and a little lost. "Can I sleep next to you tonight? No rules. You can talk". I moved over as he moved against me. Surprisingly, he was into cuddling and nuzzling. It dawned on me that he had never had any real affection. We embraced and a drifted off to sleep.

That began a long month of the us having sex almost every night. His rules changed. He didn't mind fucking me face to face anymore. And he let me kneel between his legs and suck him off. I even got the chance to massage his big feet and put his toes in my mouth. We kept it up until semester break when he announced that he'd flunked out and was moving back to Omaha. I barely had time to process this change when he suddenly disappeared. I didn't have a photo of him or a phone number. But what I DID have was his virus inside of my body forever.

 

 

 

 

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[lynn1964]

Toon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So HOT but so SAD!!! I just knew you was going to give me my romantic ending! I was in love with Tim and also Cole!!! I bet he looked so hot!

Was this how your first time went? I ask coz some guys write some personal stuff sometimes in their stories.

143!

[bjbottom]

One hot story, one of your best!