Our neighbors will hear." Tim kept rubbing with his soft, warm hand.
Then he quickly reached over and started rubbing it onto my cockhead. Tim popped the lid off, scooted closer to me, and squeezed some onto his left hand. Tim reached in his drawer of the nightstand at the base of the bunk beds and pulled out a tube labeled "K-Y Jelly". "Umm, look," Tim said, "it would feel better if we used a little lubricant." He raised an eyebrow, and I shrugged OK. I glanced away, embarrassed, but when I looked back he was still staring at my erection. After a few peeks, I caught him doing the same thing to me. I tried to keep my eyes on the video, but kept sneaking peeks at Tim's stiffening cock. Tim unzipped his jeans and took his cock out, which was half-erect, and started to knead it between his fingertips. What harm could that do? "OK, if you don't mind me doing it too." Would you mind if I took my cock out while we watched?" He looked me in the eye and said, "Look, don't want to weird you out or anything, but this is really turning me on. I started to get an erection, and snuck a peek in the dim, flickering light at Tim, who was rubbing the bulge in his crotch. The tape featured large-breasted women in prison who, implausibly, were sucking and fucking each other and the guards without the prison warden getting any wiser. Tim turned off the lights and popped in the tape, turning the sound down low so as not to offend our neighbors on the other side of the cinderblock walls. The subject rolled around to pornography, and Tim suggested popping one of his tapes in and watching it. Tim was a slender, short guy with a button nose and an engaging, open personality. We'd been drinking beer and talking story for about an hour, and I was wondering what the heck his previous roomie had found so objectionable about him. If you don't mind that - I'll fill out the paperwork."įriday night, after hours of studying, I was sitting with my new roommate, Tim, on the bottom half of a bunk bed, which doubled as the couch in our cramped narrow dorm room. My RA narrowed his eyes, studying me, and then shrugged.
You catch my drift?"īeing a naïve kid from a hick town, I totally missed his meaning. His first roommate requested a transfer out, which is why there's this opening." "We've got an opening in a real quiet dorm, Harry. My Resident Assistant said this would be difficult, since all the dorm rooms in the men's complex were occupied, but a few days later, on a Wednesday, he called me into his room. It was almost impossible to study in the rowdy, hard-partying dorm I started out in - I needed a quieter dorm, and a roommate without an electric guitar and a well-used bong. Late in the first semester of my freshman year at college, I decided I needed a new dorm roommate.