My first year in College – Chapter 3: Nightgown.
Austin and I pretty much spent the whole afternoon and first evening on Campus together.
The campus was so vast that it took me days to find my ways around it. I had rarely a class in common with Austin who wanted to major in sciences.
I learnt a lot about him on the first day, he was always more talkative than me.
I was reassured that he seemed like a genuine nice guy. We did have a share passion for manga and video games which helped breaking the ice. However, very quickly, there was no doubt on his heterosexuality as his main topic of conversation revolved around the hotness of the girls who were passing by us. He was not a jerk about it as some of the College kids can be but still, our day was filled with “wow, have you seen this one?”, “damn, that girl knows how to wear a pair of jeans”, or “I would leave my entire family and settle on Mars to start a new life with this woman.”
I mostly nodded. When I felt like he might think that I was no interested in women, I would add a comment: “and have you seen her friend? She was hot too!” Then he would say “perfect, if you prefer her friend, you can take the brunette and I’ll take the blond.”
In reality, the only hot thing I was interested in was Austin’s vein running though his contracted biceps and his hard nipples peeking through the tight and sweaty white t-shirt he was wearing.
On the evening, the students regrouped on the first floor of Building C and everyone got a chance to meet.
Building C welcomed 48 students, first floor was the nicest with a large space to chill with sofas, couches, nice rugs, and a big TV. Right beside the lounge area was a dining room that felt like a high school cafeteria filled with tables and chairs. Laundry room was in the basement and some guys had installed a couple of gym equipment there with a few halters on the floor and a punching ball.
Second and third floors were welcoming girls, fourth and fifth, guys. That was only the theory though, as throughout the year, a lot of people switched rooms and floors, more or less officially.
From the first night, Austin did get a lot of attention, especially from one blond girl, who purposely sat on the same sofa. She seemed to find Austin hi-la-ri-ous.
Between you and I, Austin was hot but he was not that funny.
The evening was going well until one of the guys from the fifth floor started to ask if anyone had already done some various sexual acts… It was all nice and fun until we came to the gay stuff and I felt myself blushing. The blond hottie who was chatting with Austin said she already French kissed her girlfriend. Austin jokingly replied that: “obviously, I had to jerk my mate off once or twice after football practice!” “It’s just common courtesy!” “said another hot guy.
That guy name was Henry, he was black and one of the tallest and fittest guys of the group. He was wearing a golden earing and seemed to be constantly smiling or laughing. Henry looked more like a 30 years old than a 19 years old and my eyes kept on moving slightly towards his big ass, or alternatively towards his bulge, clearly showing, even through his jeans.
After a while, we went back to our respective dorms and Austin could not stop talking about Ashley, the blondie.
The main question of the night remained: Was he kidding when he talked about jerking off his teammates in the locker room? Maybe he was joking but, in my mind, I could picture very clearly Austin grabbing two of his mates’ cocks, jerking them both at the same time, while himself was handled by a fourth guy, on his knees, licking his balls and jerking his huge dick producing a large amount of precum. I must admit, in that fantasy, this fourth guy was me.
We were about to go bed when I started to get anxious again. I had brought some pyjamas but would that be too nerdy? What is the appropriate outfit to wear when you sleep in the same room as a guy you just met? A nightgown maybe? I smiled to myself.
Austin did not seem bothered at all.
He took off his shirt, sneakers, and socks seconds after coming back to the room, and started brushing his teeth shirtless while checking himself out in the mirror. Should I start by licking the bottom of his feet, directly sucking his toes, or go for the nipples first?
To understand the creepy behavior that I would showcase later on, you have to visualize how much Austin’s chest was insane. Nobody in my high school had a body like that. Austin was not kidding with his football practice and his upper body was the closest thing I had seen to a work of art. He was lean, athletic, and got black hair in all the right places: just around the nipples, right between his v line (oh…. That treasure trail…), and those pits…. I could have drowned in those! The guy was merely impossible to resist.
I had met a lot of hot guys during my first day on campus but no one compared to Austin. I really did get the best one!
See my problem dear reader: how I treated him like a collection object already. I did not “get” anything at all. Just a new way of torturing myself with a straight guy I could never have.
I quickly changed my shirt for a tank top, and changed my jeans for a pair of pyjamas. No nightgown in sight but the perfect virgin look…
On his side, Austin simply through his jeans on his chair and went to bed still wearing his white Calvin Klein underwear. I could not resist to catch a glimpse of his bulge while he was rearranging his bed and damn it, it was actually huge, poking very clearly through the underwear. That confirmed what I saw when we first met: Austin’s dick was way above average. Also, some pee and/or precum stains were still visible right near the head of his cock.
Please Lord, let me clean that up with my tongue. I promise I would do an excellent job.
Austin would sleep in his undies and I would slip in my pyjamas like the uncomfortable nerd I was. Austin did not make any comment though.
We forgot to close the stores of the window and the moonlight was making it possible to have a good view of the room… and of my roommate.
I must have drifted off cause when I looked back at Austin in the middle of the night, he was no longer fully under the covers, and was no longer wearing his while CKs either. Still no nightgown though. He was wearing more ample and longer underwear — probably to give his dick and balls more freedom.
His new pair of underwear, featuring yellow ducks on a sky-blue font, were semi hidden by the blankets. One of his leg and foot were coming out of the covers. All of his being looked delicious. I had to refrain from crawling towards him and start licking his body off. I would have started from his toes and find my way up to his crotch. The room was hot and he was sweating a bit.
Sure, the bulge in the Calvin Klein was nice but the possibility of anything slipping out of the looser underwear was much higher, I was plenty satisfied with this choice of clothing. Although, that meant that I could not sleep at all that night. What if I missed the moment where Austin’s dick would finally be fully visible? I just could not risk it. I had to keep my eyes open.