The Roommate’s Secret
It was my first year of college, and my parents had insisted I stay in the dorms to better integrate with my peers. I walked into the room feeling a mix of anxiety and anticipation. I had always kept my sexuality a secret; with my tall, athletic build and rugged appearance, most people just assumed I was a typical straight jock. I didn’t mind the facade, but the idea of sharing a small space with a stranger made me nervous.
The room was empty when I arrived, and the afternoon heat was stifling. I decided to wait for my roommate before claiming a bed, spending the time organizing my clothes. To cool off, I stripped down to my jeans, leaving my chest bare as I tucked my belongings into the shared wardrobe.
About twenty minutes later, the door swung open. In walked a guy who looked like a rebel—blonde, handsome, with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He was exactly my type, though he didn’t immediately scream ‘gay.’ We shook hands, a firm, masculine grip that seemed to establish a mutual respect for each other’s presence.
As we chatted about the room, I noticed him glancing toward my underwear drawer. While the rest of my wardrobe was plain, my underwear was where I let my true tastes show. I wore provocative jockstraps and silk briefs that were anything but subtle. He paused, his eyes lingering on a pair of black suspensors.
“Are those comfortable?” he asked bluntly.
I felt a surge of boldness. “They are. Have you ever tried them?” I replied with a smirk.
I expected him to laugh it off or change the subject. Instead, he looked me dead in the eye. “No, I’ve always wondered about them, but never dared. Maybe I should try them now.”
My heart hammered against my ribs as I handed him a pair. Without a hint of hesitation, he stepped out of his jeans. He had powerful, toned legs that left me breathless. As he slid off his boxers, I caught sight of him fully exposed. He was impressively endowed, even while relaxed, and I couldn’t hide the way my gaze lingered.
“Something wrong?” he asked, a knowing smile playing on his lips.
“No,” I managed to choke out. “Just thinking that the girls on campus are going to be very lucky.”
He chuckled, stepping closer until I could feel the heat radiating from his skin. “The girls might be, but the guys are usually more satisfied.”
The admission was the green light I needed. I closed the distance between us, dropping to my knees. I took him into my mouth, the sensation overwhelming and electric. He groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair, guiding me deeper as he leaned back onto the mattress. I used the slight roughness of my stubble to tease him, driving him toward the edge until he finally shuddered and came with a loud, guttural moan.
He stayed there for a moment, breathing heavily, before looking down at me with a smirk. “Well, since I’m already lying on this bed, I think I’ll take this one. And I’m definitely keeping the jockstrap; it seems to be lucky.”
I looked up at him, knowing that the long nights of studying ahead of us were going to be far more interesting than the curriculum.