Everyone in this is eighteen.
I was excited to start college. Other than the fact that I was finally getting to experience a taste of freedom, I was eager to see if all the stories that my brothers had told me were true. Being the youngest, I'd endured years of their tales of partying and hooking up, and now it was my turn.
I can't lie, I was pretty nervous as I sat there in something that they called Orientation. It was mostly some activities that nobody seemed too bothered about, and some ice breakers between the new students. I got paired with some kid who was very obviously stoned, but somebody else had caught my eye.
He was at least six foot four and built like a quarterback, and other than his impressive physique, the guy was fucking hot, too. He had dirty blond hair and skin so flawless I wondered if he had a skincare routine!
We were eventually assigned our dorms, and if I thought Orientation was nerve wracking, sitting in a small room and waiting for my new roommate to enter was even worse. It wasn't a big room, either, so I was hoping that whoever walked in was at least marginally cool.
There were two beds about four feet from each other and two desks built into the wall. A small bathroom had just enough room to piss and shower, probably even at the same time! And although I'd only been on campus for a couple of hours, it was starting to feel more like a prison cell than a dorm.
Eventually the door opened, and I grabbed the book that I'd been staring at blankly, and pretended to read. As soon as he entered, I felt my heart speed up.
"Sup" he nodded, dragging his bag in behind him and dropping a second bag from his broad shoulder.
"Sup" I replied, not nearly as cool.
It was the guy from Orientation. The big, beefy, footballer looking dude who made me excitedly nervous for no reason at all. Fuck, he was hot.
I watched as he sat down on the other bed and took off his t-shirt. His back was bulging with muscle, and I eyed it all the way down to the waistband of his boxers. His skin had a sheen of sweat, and I instantly imagined licking it from top to bottom.
"What's your name?" He asked, laying back on the bed and closing his hands around his head. I looked over to see his hairy armpits which were damper than the rest of his body. The strong, yet delicious scent wafted over to me, and I felt my cock twitch.
"Corey, you?"
"Hunter" he told me, "you got a girlfriend back home?"
"No, I'm uh… I'm gay".
It still felt weird telling people. Up until a few months ago, I'd been severely closeted, but I was making a habit of being honest now, so I waited for his disgust.
"Cool" he shrugged, and kicked his sneakers off one at a time, "one of my bros is gay as fuck" he explained, "he lives back in California, though".
His reaction was perfect. I instantly decided that Hunter was a nice guy, and so I relaxed slightly.
"I had a girlfriend" he said, and I watched with shock as he pulled down his sweatpants and balled them up, leaving his muscular legs and his underwear clad body on show. "She dumped me, though".
"Sorry to hear that" I swallowed, my eyes attached to his large bulge.
"It's all good. Means I can fuck whoever I want here".
Hunter smiled to himself and I wondered what lucky girl was going to be the first to experience whatever he was hiding in his boxer briefs. I envied her, whoever she was.
"You got a boyfriend, then?"
I almost laughed at the question. I wasn't a bad looking guy, but I was quite sure that I'd never even met another gay guy before. I shook my head. "Nah, man".
"Probably a good thing" he yawned, and mindlessly scratched his junk, "at least you can have as much sex as you want".
I wished he was right, but being an eighteen year old virgin had left me somewhat terrified by the idea.
"Yeah" I nodded, trying to sound cool, "maybe".
By the time I turned back to Hunter, he was already snoring. I half laughed as his solid chest rose and fell, but my attention quickly returned to the bulge. He was certainly packing, and once again, I found myself jealous of the girl, or girls who'd get to enjoy it.
In the days following our introduction, I became more and more fascinated by my roommate. He was completely unlike the jocks I'd known back in high school, in that he wasn't an asshole at all. Yes, he was big. Yes, he was a sports crazed nineteen year old, and yes he spent almost every waking moment in the gym, but there was something nice about him.
On top of that, all the years in locker rooms had evidently made Hunter completely unbothered by his own nakedness. He wasn't exactly a nudist, but he wasn't far off it, either. In the dorm room, Hunter spent most of his time in his underwear, and I wasn't complaining.
On the first Friday of college, Hunter hurried into the room after the gym with sweat dripping down his handsome face. He dropped his gym bag, peeled his sweaty t-shirt off and stopped dead.
"Do you wanna come to a party?" He asked, turning back to me.
"Oh… I um…" I lay there, unable to think. I'd never been invited to a party in my life, let alone by a guy as hot as Hunter. Naturally, I fucked up my chance. "I uh… I have a bit of studying to do".
"Alright, no sweat" he shrugged, and I watched as he undressed, and wished that I didn't have the confidence of a rock.
Hunter disappeared into the bathroom and the shower blasted a moment later. It gave me an opportunity to do something that was so utterly ridiculous that I almost didn't do it. His grey beater lay on his bed, and without thinking, I grabbed it and inhaled the heavy, mouthwatering stench.
I was hard immediately. The idea that the t-shirt had hugged his perfect body as he worked out made me so horny that I could have taken my dick out right there and pumped a load, but less than five minutes later the shower switched off and I lay back on my bed.
"Do you shave your pubes?" He asked, and my eyes widened as I stared at the naked young man as beads of shower water drenched the floor below him. He held his long, thick cock inside his fist, showing only his bush, but it left nothing to my imagination.
"I… I uh… Well… Yeah, I do but…"
"Do chicks like it?" He asked, looking down at himself, "oh shit, you're gay" he added, "do guys like it?"
I swallowed hard. "I um… I don't know" I said honestly, "I've never showed anybody".
Hunter looked at me with curious eyes. I waited for him to burst out laughing at the fact that I was a virgin, but he shrugged again.
"I think girls like a bit of bush" he nodded, and turned his back to reveal the most amazing ass I'd ever seen. "Thanks man".
I bit down on my fist to stop myself from moaning. I was quite sure that I'd never met anybody as fucking perfect as Hunter in my life, but I had no idea just how close we were going to get over the next few years.
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