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    Fucking My Roommate: A Gay College Tale

    Fuck BoyBy Fuck BoyOctober 13, 2023No Comments7 Mins Read
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    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

    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?

    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

    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

    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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