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College Roommate Part 1
Discovering Mutual Pleasure*
*Loosely based on real events
Logan was my roommate freshman year of college. He was an average-size white boy from a small town in Minnesota who was not much to look at. He was a good person, had a good build from what I could tell, but had a bland personality. He rarely stood out in a crowd, blending into the backdrop of dorm life like a piece of furniture. But I suppose that's why I didn't think much of him—until one night that changed everything.
It was the end of our first semester, and the campus was drenched in the frosty chill of December. Our dorm room, shared between him and I, was a mess of textbooks and discarded snack wrappers, the scent of instant noodles lingering in the air. I was sprawled on my bed, playing a game on my laptop, while Logan sat at his desk, hunched over his computer, typing away. The silence was only broken by the occasional click of keys and the hum of the old dormitory heater.
Out of the blue, Logan turned to me, his face flushed. "Hey, can we talk?"
I looked up, surprised. "Sure, what's up?"
Logan shuffled over to his bed and sat down, staring at the floor. I took a seat opposite him, sensing the gravity of his mood.
“So, what’s up?” I asked, trying to sound casual but noticing his discomfort.
He took a deep breath, clearly struggling with his words. “I need to talk about something... personal. It’s about, um, masturbation.”
I raised an eyebrow, caught off guard. “Okay, go on.”
Logan shifted uncomfortably. “Well… it’s just that…I can see you at night… jerking off.”
I leaned forward, my face flushed with embarrassment. It was true.
For the past couple of weeks, my urges had begun to overwhelm me in ways I hadn’t anticipated. I had previously managed to handle my masculine inclinations discreetly by leaving it to the shower each morning. The solitude and steam of the bathroom provided a temporary refuge where I could jerk off without drawing any unwanted attention. Everyone on my floor did it this way. It was a method that allowed the boys to maintain a semblance of control and privacy.
However, as time wore on, these urges became increasingly unmanageable. What had once been a routine part of my day had grown into a persistent, almost invasive force. The more I tried to control it, the more it seemed to assert itself, disrupting my focus and my sleep. I blamed the stress that had accumulated throughout the semester. A heavy course load, the tight deadlines for assignments and exams, the high expectations placed by my parents had all caused these urges to spike. The desire for release became so intense that it started intruding into moments where they previously hadn’t. My routine had begun to fail me. Once a day, in the morning, was not enough.
Late at night, when the dorm was a sanctuary of peace and quiet, I found a false sense of security. Logan’s rhythmic breathing from his side of the room was my cue that he was asleep, or so I hoped. I believed that the cover of darkness and the stillness of the night would give me the privacy I needed to manage my growing desires. It seemed like a safe time to indulge, believing that my roommate would remain undisturbed in his sleep.
I had done this for the past couple of weeks: underneath my sheets, I whipped my cock out and started massaging it intensely. This personal time was meant to be a solitary and discreet activity, intended to provide release. Every night, as the moment reached its peak, I quickly reached for the nearest sock that had been left lying around. The urgency of the moment left little time for consideration, and I used the sock to ensure that everything was contained. Most nights it was. There were a few times when the urges were so intense that ropes of my cum unleashed uncontrollably into the wall, making a mess I had to clean up the morning after.
Never did I think Logan was awake while this happened!
But now, here we were. The room felt charged with an awkward tension, and I could barely meet Logan’s gaze as I grappled with the weight of his words.
Logan shifted nervously. “I didn’t mean to intrude or make things weird. I just—well, I saw you moving around at night and realized what was happening. I didn’t know how to approach it, and I didn’t want to embarrass you.”
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. “It won’t happen again,” was all I could muster.
As I sat there, my face burning with embarrassment from being caught jerking off, I couldn't help but notice an unexpected stir of excitement in my dick. The mixture of shame and vulnerability created a strange, exhilarating tension that I hadn't anticipated. The fact that Logan had witnessed my most private act, combined with the awkwardness of the situation, ignited a peculiar sense of arousal. The realization that someone else had seen me in such an intimate state, though deeply mortifying, sent an unexpected thrill coursing through me, mingling with the residual adrenaline of being caught. It was a conflicting blend of humiliation and excitement that left me feeling both exposed and oddly exhilarated. I was getting a hard on. That’s when Logan chimed in.
“Well, honestly, I’ve been in the same boat. It’s kind of awkward, but it’s been on my mind.”
My face flushed. I felt a surprising sense of relief. “What do you mean?” I asked.
“I, too, jerk off. In the shower, you know. But recently, these impulses have increased.”
“I didn’t realize you were dealing with the same issue.” I said. He nodded. Logan looked at me, his expression a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. “I’ve been thinking that maybe we could work something out. If we’re both having these urges, maybe we could, um, find a way to handle it together.”
I blinked, processing his suggestion. “You mean, like, making a schedule?”
“Actually, if we're both dealing with this, maybe we could each jerk off in our own beds, underneath our sheets, for privacy. It‘ll make the situation less awkward if we’re both doing it at the same time but, you know, respecting each other’s space.” I felt a surprising rush of excitement begin to build within me. The thought of synchronizing our masturbation was hot! I did not know Logan was into this kind of thing. A sense of camaraderie started to form between us.
We agreed tonight would be our first session. As the evening settled, a strange mix of anticipation and horniness filled the room. Logan had decided we would watch porn as we did this to avoid any awkward silences. He set up his laptop on his bedside table and selected a video—of a blonde chick with huge tits getting banged by two college boys. He placed the laptop at just the right angle so that the screen was visible from both of our beds. As the video began to play, we each settled beneath our own sheets, letting the video do most of the early work. In no time, our dicks grew heavy in our hands. Despite the privacy of our sheet, there was a palpable sense of connection in knowing Logan and I were experiencing the same sensations and emotions just a few inches away.
As the video played, my curiosity began to get the better of me. Despite the effort to maintain my eyes on my dick, I found myself glancing over toward Logan’s bed, intrigued to see the size of his member. This, he noticed immediately.
Logan’s voice broke the silence softly, his tone unexpectedly warm. “Hey, if you’re curious, it’s okay to take a peek.”
I looked up, caught off guard by his suggestion. “Are you sure? I don’t want to be weird.”
Logan chuckled lightly. “No, it’s fine. We’re both in this together, right? It might even help us feel more connected if we share a little more.” At this point, I was leaking precum like crazy. My right hand moved in up and down motions. Logan did the same.
“Actually, if you want, you could come over and we could share the space a bit more. It might make it feel more natural.” Logan offered. I took a deep breath, feeling a sudden surge of excitement.
“Alright, let’s do it. I think it could help.” I got up from my bed, butt naked, and moved to Logan’s. He moved a little to the side and left some space for me. As I glanced over, I couldn’t help but notice the clear outline of the now hard dick beneath the sheets. My eyes widened slightly in surprise.
Logan, seemingly aware of my gaze, gave a small, self-assured smile. “I know.” He removed the sheet off his body and I could see his dick and balls. He was hard as a rock and so was I. Seeing him naked revealed so much to me.
I nodded, my surprise evident. “Yeah, it’s definitely something I didn’t expect. It’s... quite impressive.”
“You too,” he said as he went for it and grabbed by dick, stroking it with his other hand. My eyes widened with surprise. Logan was jerking me off! Logan chuckled softly, a hint of playfulness in his voice. “I guess we’re both learning a lot about each other tonight.”
The video kept playing and Logan kept stroking my dick with his right arm as he masturbated with his left arm. It felt too good I didn’t want to think about what it meant for Logan or for me. For now I just wanted to enjoy the brotherhood we were creating.
As we continued, the pleasure began to escalate beyond what I had anticipated. What started as a gentle, soothing rhythm quickly transformed into an intense, relentless crescendo. Each stroke became more insistent, every sensation amplifying the next in a relentless spiral of pleasure. My body responded eagerly, the waves of sensation growing more urgent and uncontrollable. Despite my attempts to maintain some semblance of control, the pleasure surged past any manageable point. It reached an overwhelming climax, a peak so intense that it felt like crossing an irreversible threshold. With one final, powerful release, the pleasure consumed me entirely, leaving me breathless and deeply satiated, utterly immersed in the profound release that followed.
My cum unleashed all over Logan’s bed. Some of it landed in his face and he licked it. I watched as he did and found it extremely sexy. Without missing a beat, Logan came right after. His body was now covered in my cum and his own. The video stopped playing and silence filled the room. We remained still for a few minutes, embracing the brotherhood we had created. Our naked bodies lay drenched in sweat.
“I think that worked pretty well,” Logan said quietly, breaking the silence with a hint of satisfaction.
“Yeah, it was… surprisingly effective,” I replied, feeling a sense of camaraderie.
Logan and I both took a moment to catch our breath.
“I guess I better get cleaned up.” Logan said as he hurried off to the showers. I made my way back to my bed. The exhaustion from the experience gave way to a soothing relaxation, and we both found comfort in the peaceful quiet that followed
The following morning, Logan turned toward me with a relaxed smile as we both lay barely awake in our beds. “You know, that was actually pretty relaxing. I didn’t expect it to feel so... good.”
I nodded, a hint of a smile on my face. “Yeah, I agree. It was surprising, in a good way.”
Logan shifted slightly, looking thoughtful. “I’m glad we tried it. It’s not something I’d have thought of doing, but it worked out well. Maybe we could make it a regular thing?”
“Same time tonight?” I offered.
“Sounds good.”
Off we went with our days, eagerly waiting for night to arrive.
The End of Chapter One.
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