Jason and Danny are 18 years old, and all other mentioned characters are 18 or older.

As I stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at the parking lot, I waved my mom and dad off. The exhaustion of having moved dozens of boxes up four flights of stairs was beginning to take over, but I was still able to hold back my tears before my parents turned a corner and were out of sight. I didn’t want them to see me fall apart because this was my choice. Despite all of their objections, I was the one that decided to move across the country just to get a fresh start at a new university.

“Everything is going to be okay, Danny,” I told myself, only half believing it.

I could feel my fair skin starting to burn under the southern heat, something we New Yorkers were definitely not accustomed to. As I moved towards my dormitory, my legs shook slightly as the small muscles I did have used all their strength in the moving process. Pittman Hall was one of the older residence halls at the university, but it was also one of the cheapest, which is why I chose it. My one and only stipulation was that I had to have my own bathroom. I refuse to be forced to wear shoes just to shower. Though I’ll still need to share it with my roommate, and this brings me to my first problem.

Since I made the idiotic decision to move halfway across the country on a whim, I don’t know a single person here. I tried finding people on Instagram, but everyone turned out to be racist, homophobic, or both, a staple in the South I guess. So, it's a random roommate for me, and I can only hope he’s bearable.

The faded brick building of Pittman Hall stands in stark contrast to the newly renovated Johnson Hall across the street. I hadn’t been here long, but I could gather that some of the richest kids in the South stayed there. While most of us had to walk about a mile to our dorms, the owners of the various Mercedes, BMWs, and Porsches that littered the special reserved parking lot directly in front of Johnson Hall only had to take a short stroll to their private rooms.

I walked up to the door and took my student ID card to scan a small black box adjacent to the entrance. A motor whirred inside and a couple of seconds later the door creaked slowly open. The lobby was a fairly small space that consisted of only a desk manned by a very unenthused student worker, a quaint sitting area, and an elevator that dawned an “Out of Order” sign. I was greeted by the slight smell of mildew that seems to always accompany old furniture as I gave the student worker a faint smile before walking directly to the stairwell. I trudged up the stairs until I got to my floor.

I let out a loud sigh before looking at my phone for the time: 4 PM. Suddenly, I was on edge. The stranger that would become my roommate was supposed to start moving in about 15 minutes ago. I forced myself to continue down the hall to my room. I scanned my ID at the door and BAM!

I heard a loud crash as shards flew all over the floor.

“Bro, could you maybe not swing the door open as hard as you can? That would be great… Fuck, I gotta clean this up” the mountain of a man I just ran into said.

“S-Sorry, I didn't realize you were already here. Please let me clean this up for you. I’ll get a broom and a trash bag. By the way, my name is-”

“STOP! I said I’ll clean it up! Please just leave it alone.”

I put my hands up and murmured another sorry before sitting at my desk. I glanced a the pieces on the floor. It looked like a crude clay plate, and on one shard I saw the words “To Jason, From Sissy”. My heart sank, and I buried my face in my hands. This was quite honestly the worst first impression of could have made. Now he’s going to hate me for the entire year. Jesus, I’m such a klutz…

Jason must have seen me beginning to spiral because he walked over to my desk and said, “Dude it's okay. It's really no big deal. I’m sorry I snapped at you, and I would really appreciate some help cleaning this up,” he said as he smiled gently.

“Yeah of course. I have some super glue, so I can try to put it back together for you.”

“Uhm, yeah thanks, that would be great,” he said.

As I stood up beside him, he still towered over me. He was probably about 6’ to 5’6. He had chocolate brown hair that went just past his eyebrows He looked back at me to say that he needed to run to his car to get the last few boxes he had left. His eyes glint with a light yet bold blue. The kind of blue that the sky uses to captivate its audience on a clear summer day. His slightly tanned complexion conformed to the curvature of his lean muscles.

As soon as he left, I hurried to gather all the pieces of the plate and put them into a small box I had. The regular parking lot was several minutes away, so I knew I should be able to put it back together before he got back since there were only a few pieces to gather. But as soon as I put the first two pieces together, I heard the lock click open, and he walked in with a couple of boxes.

“Woah are you some kind of Olympic runner, Jason?”

“No? My car was right outside. And how do you know my name?”

Just then I noticed his key had a circle with blue and white sections and the letters B M W written underneath. I picked up a piece of the plate with his name on it and held it up to him.

He laughed lightly, “Yeah my sister made that for me a long time ago. What's your name?”

“Daniel but everyone calls me Danny. I should have this all put together in a few minutes and sorry again.”

“It's nice to meet you, Danny. And really it's not that big of a deal, but it means a lot that you’re fixing it,” he said with a smile that made my cheeks burn red. “I’m gonna take a quick nap, but we should talk later tonight to get to know each other better.” He took his sweatpants off and laid down under his blanket.

“Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll try to keep it down,” I said as I reached over to flip the main light switch. After a while, I finished the plate and set it on his desk. The entire room was mirrored so our desks and beds were directly across from each other with only a few feet separating them.

I was also tired from moving all day, so I decided to take a nap too. I could hear Jason snoring quietly, so I slipped slowly into bed so as to not wake him. I’ve caused enough trouble for one day. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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I woke up about 4 hours later, and I looked over to find Jason still fast asleep. His blanket fell to the floor at some point, so his body was exposed. His shirt was bunched up at his chest, and even in the darkness, the rigid outline of his abs was clearly visible. As I traveled down his body, my heart began to race. A large bulge formed just below his waist in his loose-fitting boxers. Jason shifted in his sleep and the bulging shape slipped slightly out of his unbuttoned fly. I almost gasped as his dick flopped out and made an audible smack as it hit just below his belly button.

Instantly, I got hard. But just what the fuck was I doing? This is my roommate! I can’t perv on him like this!

While I was beating myself up, Jason began to shift more and was slowly waking up. I flipped on my stomach quickly, so he wouldn’t see my boner. I closed my eyes to feign sleep just as he finally opened his.

A minute later, I heard him swear under his breath. I left my head turned towards him, so I opened my eyes ever so slightly. I saw him grab his monstrous dick and jam it back in his boxers. He quietly got up and grabbed a pair of earbuds laying on his desk and his phone as he walked to the bathroom at the end of our dorm room.

I sat there motionless willing myself to sleep, but it was no use. I had a raging hard-on and a racing heart from what I had just seen. I’ve known I was gay for a while now, but I haven't done anything sexual before. I never even told anyone I was gay, and I really didn’t want Jason to know. I could tell he had a Southern accent, and while I do not want to judge a book by its cover, I also do not want to risk him being uncomfortable around me. He seemed nice enough, but I already met enough homophobes here to be weary.

I heard the toilet flush a few times, and I smiled to myself. I was sure he was jerking off in there, but he needed to make it seem like he wasn’t. About 15 minutes later, I heard the sink running and the door opened. Before he went back to bed, I grabbed another glimpse of him, but this time the bathroom light let me see in high definition.

He left his boxers completely off this time, so his dick was fully exposed. He was soft now but it was still enormous. A very well-groomed happy trail led down from his navel into a small bush formed around the base of his dick. With each step he took, his cock smacked each of his thick thighs. The motion was almost hypnotic, but I had to close my eyes as he crossed in front of me to ensure he didn't see me gawking. When he turned to get on his bed, I saw his ass. Two round, white, and hairless globes jiggled only a few feet from my face, and a strong urge to bury my face in them almost took over right before he covered himself with a blanket. I was breathing like I had just run 10 miles, and my face was at least 50 degrees hotter than the rest of my face.

Within minutes, Jason was asleep again, snoring louder this time. I moved quietly to get up and walk to the bathroom. As I got off the bed, I felt a stream of pre-cum leave my dick. I looked down and saw that a large wet spot had not only formed on my shorts but also on my sheets. Embarrassment took over as I threw my blanket over the sheets and quickly walked to the bathroom. I closed and locked the door and threw down my shorts.

My rigid 6-inch dick stood straight out as multiple more drops of pre-cum spilled onto the floor. I walked to the sink and turned on the cold water before splashing it on my face.

“You absolutely cannot do this. This is beyond weird, Danny. You barely know him,” I said to myself in the mirror.

I looked at myself in the mirror. Still cherry red, my cheeks had a smattering of freckles across them that matched my brown eyes. I brushed my blonde bangs out of my eyes and brushed my hand through its length. I didn’t go to the gym often so the only muscles I did have were pretty small. In fact, my entire build was more on the smaller side.

As I continued to look at myself in the mirror, Jason’s boxers caught my attention in the mirror. I turned around and looked at them. I could see white, pearly liquid on them.

Don’t do it Danny… don’t do it… But I let out a loud sigh as if to say “fuck it”.

I picked the boxers up and scooped a small bit of cum on my fingers. I’d never touched someone else’s cum before, so I squished it between my fingers examining it. A thought entered my head that I tried to ignore, but it was overwhelming.

If I am going to be gay, I should probably know what this stuff tastes like, right? This would be for scientific reasons only. I’m definitely not a pervert for this, I thought.

I brought the cum up to my lips, and I licked my fingers. Jason’s cum tasted salty and slightly sweet, but definitely not bad. So not bad that I decided to taste another drop. As I did this, I could feel my hand creeping down to my dick. My cock was almost begging to be touched as it uncontrollably twitched. I ran my hand down its length, and I felt more pre-cum drool out. An entire pool of stuff was at my feet. I closed my eyes and let the taste of Jason linger in my mouth as I began to stroke myself. I went faster and faster, and my clean shaved balls bounced back and forth, smacking against my hand. My horniness went into overdrive, and I began to pump my cock in my hands over and over. I thought about Jason taking his 9-inch cock and driving it into my mouth. He held my head still and fucked my mouth like he owned it. My whole body was hot. I felt as if I was steaming. Pressure began to build around my cock as the fantasy in my head was also coming to an end. As Jason continued to pump my mouth, he started twitching and moaning louder. He gripped my hair harder as my mouth filled with his cum. Just as my fantasy ended, the pressure building hit its breaking point. Rope after rope of my own cum spilled out onto the floor and on the sink. I let out a muffled moan through the hand I slapped over my mouth to keep quiet. I came so hard that the jets hit the wall in front of me. A minute after I finished, my hips were still thrusting as I reveled in the euphoric feeling.

I finally opened my eyes to see the mess I created. Cum was dripping from the walls and pooled on the floor, not to mention the gallon of pre-cum I already let out prior.

“Fuck…”, I said realizing I had to now clean everything up. I grabbed a roll of toilet paper and spent the next few minutes wiping up my semen. Now that is what I call jerking off, I thought to myself. It was the best orgasm I had ever had to the point.

I started to put my shorts back on, but I decided not to. I threw the shorts right beside Jason’s boxers.

Now that I got that over with, I won’t do it again, I reassured myself. It's not weird at all.

I opened the bathroom door and started towards my bed, but I stopped in my tracks.

“Had some fun?” Jason said with a smirk.

Pt 2 https://www.reddit.com/r/gaystoriesgonewild/comments/152beeq/meeting_my_roommate/

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