'What did his cock look like?' I found myself wondering. When his breath caught in his throat, I knew that he had just cum, and I was even more aroused. I lay quietly and listened to the slight movements and his breathing. I was then fully aware that he was jerking off! To my total amazement, I found myself aroused sexually. At first it was a slight movement, and I realized that Barry was shaking the bed. It took me a few seconds to realize what had aroused me. One night, about a month after school began, I awoke in the middle of the night, an unusual occurrence for me. Living in a small room with Barry made jerking off difficult, and the old bunk beds were even worse.
That's not to say that I was void of sexual desire, I had been masturbating for years to 'Playboy' and 'Forum' magazines. I know it's odd, but I was still a virgin, never dating much, always more interested in academics. Barry's self confidence was a positive influence. I didn't consider myself a prude, but realized how uncomfortable I was about my own body. Our friendship grew during the first weeks and months of school. From the very first night, we found ourselves talking for hours about every possible thing. Barry slept in the nude, and watching him jump into bed was very interesting. The bunk beds were old, and creaked as he got into bed. Our first night in the room went very smoothly. Barry quickly dressed and left to see his fiancé, who lived nearby. His lack of modesty was totally uncommon for me, being raised in a very modest family. When he returned to the room, I found myself wanting to catch a better look, and everything under the towel was as beautiful as the rest. I'm no jock, but keep myself in good shape, but he looked like the cover of 'Men's Health,' perfect hair, teeth, smile. I thought of myself as a typical 'guy' but found myself admiring his smooth chest and well defined six-pack. He wasn't bashful as he strips and covered himself with a white towel. I'll never forget as Barry undressed to take a shower. The room is fairly small, so we agree to stack the beds to give us more room. He hung right in there as we assembled the bunk beds and arranged the furniture. We both soaked our T-shirts with sweat moving to the second floor.
He has a way of making you feel very welcome and comfortable, but intimidated just the same. He was your typical jock, about 6' tall, sandy blond hair, cut short, brown eyes, and perfect teeth. He didn't have any furniture, so he was glad I had a set of bunk beds, along with several other pieces of hand-me-down furniture.īarry seemed real nice. I was dreading unloading by myself, and was relieved that Barry was already there, and agreed to help. The August heat was very oppressive, and moving was almost more than I could stand. The house was close and convenient to campus, and I already knew some of the guys, but I had never met my roommate Barry. No more dorm life for me, but this could get interesting with 7 guys cooking, cleaning, and generally getting along. Thankfully, a good friend rented a big old house and invited a group of guys to share expenses. I was just about ready to quit school, but convinced myself that I could endure one more year at State University.