A gay story: Accounting Supplies – A Diversion It’s now three weeks into the semester. I think I have a good idea as to what’s what with “college life”.
Figuring out who’s who is going to take more time.
I have become friendly with some of my classmates that share classes with me…both guys and girls.
It’s interesting that there are girls actually interested in business as there are two or three in my accounting and economics classes.
Along with a few of my male classmates, we would gather after a class for coffee and conversation.
I enjoyed their company and they seemed to enjoy mine.
In the interests of transparency I am an immigrant’s kid. Both my parents came from Italy so I’m first generation American. My father works in a factory and my mother works at a small greeting card print shop. They aren’t rich by any standard but we have a nice…but modest…house. It’s always neat as a pin.
We always have clean clothes and good food.
In contrast, many of my classmates are here because the summer camps are closed and the parents need someplace to stash the kids while they go on with whatever lives they lead.
Envious…yeah…maybe a bit…but…I learned early on to make the best of what I had.
Anyway…I did get a boost in popularity…or notoriety…when it became known that I was a pretty good Pinochle player.
I learned it from my parents.
I happened to walk into the student union to get a coffee and saw a bunch of my classmates around a table, watching a card game in progress. I saw it was Pinochle. I was standing by one of the girl players. She was having a bit of trouble following the sequence of play. On one trick she hesitated as to which card to play. I casually…and out of habit I guess…leaned over and pointed to the card she should play next. She looked at me…I just smiled and nodded. She took the trick. I stayed and advised her which card to play at each trick. She and her partner took pretty much each trick and won the game.
The cards were dealt again. She stood up, handed me her hand and said “here…you play…I’ll watch and learn…”. The game progressed. My partner and I took every trick. My reputation was made.
Now then…you may wonder where my roommate was during these first few weeks.
My roommate…interesting situation…nice enough guy…not many shared interests.
We never had any type on in-depth conversation about anything…classes…hobbies…family life.
He was one of the “winter camp kids” as I called them…(not to their faces…I may be dumb but I ain’t stupid…).
He did say repeatedly how much he disliked being there…how he disliked his teachers…the food…pretty much everything about his life.
I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised that one Wednesday afternoon when I returned to our dorm room to find all his belongings gone. I thought someone was playing a nasty prank on us but none of my stuff was missing.
I found a note from my roommate saying he finally had enough of this place and was leaving.
In his note he said all his school stuff was now mine to do with as I pleased…books, a jacket, miscellaneous pens and pencils and notebooks. I figured I’d just leave them where I found them as I was sure someone would come to claim them.
I told the dorm resident assistant what I found and he in turn notified the administration.
I was questioned three or four times by various administrators about what happened…why?…who?…what did he say?
Anyway…I guess I was going to have the room to myself…well…kind of. My room became the hub of activity for a few weeks until the “situation” died down.
I made some new friends. Found out there were others that shared some of my interests…specifically cars…beer…military history…beer…building model cars.
I became good friends with one of the “meet in Jason’s room” bunch. He was sort of a quiet guy…seemed very intelligent…friendly…easy to talk to.
One evening we got talking about our home lives…school days…likes…dislikes…school romances…good and bad…funny and stupid.
He asked me if I ever had any sex with a girl. I said that one girl I dated would let me feel her up…but nothing more.
I asked him about his experiences. He said that he hadn’t done anything with a girl…but…
“But what?”
He kind of blushed and said that he met a guy he knew one evening. He said he was walking home after finishing his shift at a local supermarket. It was a sweltering hot, still evening…about 10 o’clock. He stopped to talk to the guy and the guy offered him a beer. He said the guy told him he knew a place not too far away where the two of them could enjoy a cold one.
He got in the car and they drove to a secluded spot near a park. After they finished their beers, the driver said he needed to relieve himself and got out of the car. My friend said that he too needed to relieve himself.
He said he must have looked a bit too long at the other guy’s cock. Although my friend claimed he had no exact memory of how, but that he found himself on his knees with the guy’s cock in his mouth. When the guy ejaculated, he was so stunned by it that he just swallowed what he could.
I asked him if that was the only time. He said he met the guy three more times over the summer.
I then asked my friend what he thought about what happened. With no hesitation he said he enjoyed it.
He said that if I could keep a secret…(me?…umm…yeah…I think so…)… and be ok with it… he would like to suck my cock.
I quizzed him about how sure was he about doing this. He assured me he was absolutely sure.
I quickly and quietly locked the dorm room door. I stood by the bed and he came and knelt in front of me. He quickly and eagerly unbuckled my belt, unzipped my fly and got my underpants down.
I felt his lips around my cock and was surprised how quickly he had taken the entire length of my cock in his mouth.
His mouth was soft and warm. His sucking was gentle but firm. He looked up at me and let my cock slide out of his mouth.
What he said next caught me a bit off guard. He said that since his very first time he discovered that he liked…no…loved the taste of cock and the feeling of semen being ejaculated into his mouth.
And…if I was agreeable, he would suck my cock whenever we could get together.
He replaced my cock in his mouth and he resumed his ministrations.
I asked him if I should tell him when I was going to cum and he said that it wasn’t necessary…he very much liked being surprised.
With that I took him up on that and surprised him with three quick ejaculations. He looked up at me and closed his eyes. “Mmmmmmm…thank you…thank you”.
I quickly pulled my clothes back on as he stood up.
We sat on my bed and talked for a bit. He thanked me again and got up to leave. I said he was quite skillful. He blushed.
“Please…please…I’m trusting you to keep this just between the two of us…Believe me..I’m not doing this with anyone else…”.
I smiled and thought to myself…”Yet!!!”