Fucking My Roommate: A Gay College Tale
I never thought I’d be fucking my own roommate, much less writing about it. We had been living together for some months in a small room off the university campus. Both of us on athletics scholarships, we had very little time or money for relationships outside of our studies, but still, it felt wrong, like it was wrong even to think about it.
But something kept drawing us together. We were opposing forces, he the jock, I the nerd, and yet there was an undeniable electricity between us. I’d catch him staring at me, out of the corner of his eye, watching me when he thought I wasn’t looking. His gaze over me felt like a physical touch, a thrill in my veins that made it hard to concentrate. Finally, the tension was too much, and one night we found ourselves in each other’s arms, exploring a forbidden desire.
This I will tell you: that night was the beginning of something I could never have imagined. Our experience together was a revelation: a wild, heady dance of passion and lust. It was transforming. It was homoerotic, joyous, and elegiac; it felt like a sacred vow we shared in the dark. And it was something I would never forget.
Table of Contents
- 1. How I Met My Soon-to-Be Roommate
- 2. What Was It About This Guy?
- 3. From Platonic to Passionate – The Moment It All Changed
- 4. The Little Frictions of Roommate Fucking: The Most Erotic Part
- Future Outlook
1. How I Met My Soon-to-Be Roommate
He had something I wanted, and I wanted it bad. His tight panties cupped his crack perfectly and his tight tee-shirt allowed me to make out a trace of the curves of his well-built body. When we talked, I heard his voice and I knew I wanted him. His muscles were like sculptures of carvings in marble and his motion was swift and precise as he breezed around the room doing the mundane task of packing his stuff.
I had to get closer. I made my way over and sat next to him on the bed. I thought I could just find a way to get a better view of his tight figure, but when I did, things changed suddenly and we were lost in the moment. Without a word spoken, we moved in unison and soon his shirt hit the floor. My fingertips were already busy down the buttons of his shorts, and I could feel his anticipation through his jeans. His pulse raced quickly and I saw the desire in his eyes. We kissed passionately and soon he was on his back with his shorts off – he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
- My hands roamed across his chest, feeling the muscles flex under my touch
- His cheeks grew flushed as my fingers found his nipples
- Without warning, his desire seemed to explode in pleasure
- My lips left trails of fire down his neck as I moved further down his body
We connected in a way I had never felt before and I knew I wanted him to be my roommate. That night, I made sure he felt my passion and knew he would never forget me. We moved in together the next day and he has been my lover ever since.
So at the end of the day, with a little bit of pushing buttons here and there I found my roommate and future lover.
2. What Was It About This Guy?
Meeting Him
It was a cold, desolate night in the college dorms when he moved in. He had a rugged handsomeness that set my heart racing when our eyes first met. He had a smell to him that was electric and inviting, a sort of carnal musk that seemed to fill the space in the room. His gaze was intense and piercing, imbued with a certain hunger that I was all too eager to answer the call of.
Lustful Intimacies
- We sat at the kitchen table and talked late into the night.
- Our eyes never broke contact as we whispered secrets and shared our pasts to each other, layering them under heavy blankets of lust.
- Skin touching skin, my hands roamed hungrily across his body, exploring every nuance, every contour of his form.
- Our tongues locked as he pressed into me, lustful and demanding for something more.
- I shoved him roughly onto to the bed, my primal instinct asserted itself over my control.
- Nothing could slow us down, not as we tore away clothes, our bodies fused together in a sea of passion and desire.
3. From Platonic to Passionate – The Moment It All Changed
One night my roommate and I were playing video games when our conversation shifted from the game to an exploration of our own feelings for one another. We had talked about it before, but before now, everything had been more platonic than passionate. As we talked, he moved closer to me until he was practically leaning against me on the couch. I could tell he was aroused, and it only made me more stoked by the fact that he wanted me. We exchanged glances and I could feel he was quickly moving from platonic to passionate.
Our lips were now centimeters from each other, so it was only a few moments until we both gave in to temptation and shared in one passionate kiss. In an instant, his hands found their way around my waist as I circled mine around his neck. We moved closer, almost to the point of no return. His lips traveled from my mouth down my neck, as my hands explored every contour of his body. I could feel his strong arms move down my back, to my waist, and finally to my ass before finally pushing me down onto the couch. I had finally found myself in sexual nirvana, and as we continued on what felt like our own love parade, I knew that it had all changed in that moment.
4. The Little Frictions of Roommate Fucking: The Most Erotic Part
My roommate moved around with a kind of predatory grace. I felt it sizzle everywhere like electricity, even when he sat across from me in the plain, white-walled living room of our run-down apartment.
I knew whatever I said, whatever I moved, was magnified tenfold between us, and I felt my body cling to his as I moved closer. His hands were cool on my skin as I leaned into him, a simmering friction that made my breath hitch ever so slightly with anticipation. I wanted him to sink his fingers into me, every fiber of my being urging him to do something – anything – that would strip away the polite pretense.
The kiss came slowly, our lips licking together delicately at first, then desperately as our crescendo of passion spiraled beyond our control. He pushed me away, the heat burning in his eyes as we both felt that sweet simmering friction build. I wanted to rip away the fragile barrier between us and claim him as mine; I wanted to taste the salt of his skin, to feel my lips linger on his in a way that would mark us forever.
We both felt it and neither of us could deny the passion or the pleasure as it pushed us over the edge. I wanted to feel his body as it curved into mine, the little frictions of our lovemaking building up to an erotic crescendo of pleasure. With every touch, I felt us come alive, knowing that I belonged in his arms – it was pure ecstasy.
Future Outlook
The force of his thrusts was like electrical currents shocking through my veins and rendering my body a quivering, twitching mess of pleasure and desire. He pumped his hips emphatically, as if attempting to claim every inch of me, to drive his masculinity so deeply into my core that I’d never forget the intensity of that night – that night neither one of us will soon forget. With a force and power I can only describe as virtuosic, he delivered me into an orgasm that lasted into the small hours of the morning; a long since forgotten dream that I will forever recoil in delight – a reminder of his touch, his force and his love.
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