Let's call him Charlie...
So the few weeks before freshman year of college are always a nerves wrecking time. The most emotionally insane part is finding out who your new roommate will be. Are they gonna smell? will they be clean? will they share their connections to booze? these are questions you have to ask yourself as a typical freshman, but if your a gay freshman, you have one more...How will they react when they find out I'm gay?
I decided to take the easy way out and found a gay kid going to my school on a Facebook group that was set up by the school to link the incoming class together.I quickly emailed him and asked if he wanted to be roommates. I thought that'd be a great idea, of course I was wrong.
Now, Charlie is your typical fashion twink, the kinda guy who thinks he should be living in Prague, but some how got stuck in the middle of PA, but insists on dressing like he lives in Europe. He was about 5'6, swoopie blond hair and a super thin frame. Orally not my type, which worked out great because I wouldn't have to sleep with him!! err wouldn't want to sleep with him.
The first semester went off without a hitch, we had some differences but generally accepted each other. He had class MWF 12-4 so I had plenty of time to "meet the upper clansman" and do some personal things. Everything was going great until second semester when our classes changed.
Within the first few days of class in the second semester stress hit Charlie hard and he went through a room remodeling phase ( I swear I've never seen a dorm room set up in so many different fashions) . Finally he was happy with bunk beds. I'm a pretty laid back guy so I let him do his thing, I took the top bunk and he took the bottom, which is how I assume we'd position our selves if we ever fucked.
So again for the first week or so of the semester things were working out. Then I found out a flaw, he no longer had large gaps of time where he’d be out of the room. I tried to manage for a week but after that my sex drive nearly erupted. So I came clean and asked for an hour every MWF to have the room to myself. He politely agreed, on one condition, that the room couldn't smell like “that anal butt sex thing you do”. I really had to stifle my laugh when he said that.
So fortunately for me, I was seeing someone on the regular. His name was Jay (side note there is the story of how my friend found Jay in porn and sent me the link). That relationship didn't last long. But those three months were the best sexual three months ever. He was a kick ass bottom (probably from all porn shooting hahah) ... Back to the main story...
So one after noon Jay and I were fucking and I had finished up so I pulled out and slid the condom off my dick, and then passed out. Well, the problem with bunk beds plus gravity is that everything falls to the bottom bed and by everything I mean the condom filled with my cum and the open bottle of lube fell towards Charlie’s bed.
I don’t know how long Jay and I passed out for but the next thing I heard was a Scream. That wasn’t as bad as the next thing I felt, a slap to the face with my used condom, surprisingly cum hurts.
Charlie stormed out of the room and I jumped off my bed naked, grabbed a towel and followed him to apologize. He wasn’t having it, so I went back to my room and saw that Jay was fully dressed, bag in hand and ready to leave. I though this was kinda weird, but played it off as he didn't want to be there for the confrontation. I walked him out and went back up stairs. Charlie must have come back after I left to walk Jay downstairs. He had just been there, he left a note on my desk saying Residence Life office... NOW.
I took a gulp and walked to the Res. Life office....
I’m pooped I’ll finish this tomorrow
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