My last roommate was a nightmare, so, when he left and I heard I was getting another one, I was anxious more now than before the first roommate moved in. This is my first year of college and, unlike some, my mommy and daddy aren’t paying for it – I am. And, while I want the ‘college experience’ I also don’t want to waste my money. I want to have fun but also study for my career. If I’m spending my own money, I want it to count for something. Jake was his name, I was told. That was it. Nothing about where he was from or anything like that. So, when the door started to open, I held my breath.
Jake walked in and I noticed his cute dorkiness. He was about my height but with a more muscular frame. Not that it took much to exceed my five foot eleven, 175 pound frame. Still, I could tell he was a bit bigger than me. His big brown eyes were framed on top by his buzzed blonde hair, underneath with his scruffy blonde beard and on the side by ears that stuck out almost comically. I found him exceptionally cute as I’m attracted to guy that aren’t perfect. Sure, the ones in magazines and porn are nice to look at – good spank bank material – in reality, I like real guys. Guys with bigger than normal noses, balding guys, goofy ear, little belly and on and on. Jake fit this to a tee.
Jake didn’t say much, so it took a few days for him to open up. Once he did, I found he was much like me: he didn’t smoke, was from a small country town, was the only child, not much of a partier – he was here to have fun, sure, but primarily to study and better himself.
As we got to know each other, the dreaded ‘do you have a girlfriend’ question never came up. For me it was obvious as I am into guys. But even though there was a ‘bing’ on my gaydar, I couldn’t read Jake very well. Nonetheless, over the next couple of months we grew close. We spent more and more time together outside the dorms because we had very similar interests in physical activities, music and movies. We attended a couple parties together, which never ended up with either of us hooking up with anyone else. It’s also where I discovered Jake liked to drink a bit more than I did.
We spent so much time together, I started to hear people talking, suggesting we were more than roommates. Which didn’t bother me much – I often dreamt about Jake and I hooking up. Those dreams weren’t helped much by Jake spending a lot of his time in the evening wearing nothing but boxers. His body was toned, but he swore he didn’t go to the gym, saying it was ‘the good, hard work from the farm’. I, too, came from a farm, but I didn’t look like Jake. Jake’s wide shoulders was offset by his narrower waist. His stomach didn’t have abs, but it was flat and covered with a blonde treasure trail that extended up and disappeared mid chest. Blonde hair stuck out from his pits and he never shaved his face completely during the first couple of months we lived together, which was more than fine by me. Additionally, his boxers he wore were just revealing enough.
A few weeks before Spring Break was to start, when everyone else seemed to be planning trips to Cancun or Daytona Beach, Jake asked if I wanted to go with him to his farm in Montana. I’m from farther south and have never been to Montana, so I said yes.
We booked the tickets and jumped on the plane. Once we landed, his folks came to pick us up. I must admit, it was awkward to meet his folks, but they seemed nice enough and had no problem with two guys traveling together. After a drive, we arrived at his ‘farm’. It all made sense now: what Jake called a farm I called a ranch. His family had, probably, hundreds of acres of land with horses and cows. It was beautiful in a way only a country boy like me could appreciate.
His mother showed us to our rooms. Jake would stay in his old room and I was down the hall in the guest room, with a bathroom in between. His parents’ room was upstairs and, in a somewhat lower level, was their second living room (what I’d call a den). But the house was warm as, even though it was spring, it was still chilly, as they called it; cold for me.
The first day we explored the land on a couple of ATVs – at least as best we could in the snow. It was enjoyable and Jake looked cute AF in his cold weather get-up. That night, his mom cooked us all a big diner and the conversation was good, although I could sense some tension between Jake and his father at times. That night, we stayed in the den and watched TV while his parents were upstairs. I asked Jake about the tension and he didn’t seem to want to talk about it. The next day, his parents pulled us in to the kitchen early in the morning.
“We have to go into town for a couple of days so you two boys will be here by yourself” his mother told us. I thought strange a trip to town would take a couple of days. “I have enough food for you guys and Jake has our cell number if you need anything. Stay out of trouble, no drinking” she said, looking at Jake directly “And for the love of God, don’t get hurt out in the fields!” About an hour later, they were pulling away in the truck.
“Why does it take two days to ‘go to town’?” I asked Jake.
“That’s where my Gram lives. She’s not doing too well so they’re going in to make final arrangements” he replied.
“Oh. Sorry to hear about that, man” I said.
“Don’t bother. That old woman is a racist bitch!” he told me, with anger in his voice. I dropped the subject altogether.
“Why don’t we watch a movie. It’s cold this morning and I just want to be lazy for a while” I offered. We went to the den, grabbed the remote and flipped until we found this terrible 80’s movie – seemed everyone was trying to save the ski lodge back in the 80’s. We plopped down on the couch and I pulled a blanket around me.
“Sorry it’s so cold. It usually starts to warm up this time of year. I thought we’d have some more time outside with the horses” he said.
“Well, warm is relative, but it’s ok” I replied with a smile. “I like it here. The air is fresh and clean. It’s quiet…” I took a chance: “And I enjoy the company.” I said looking at him with a smile. His cheeks flushed red for a brief second as he smiled.
“Put your legs up here” he said as he turned and laid his legs along the back of the couch. I did the same, our legs touching under the blanket. After a few minutes, I started to move my legs against his to see what he’d do. He didn’t pull away. As the movie continued, I grew a bit tired, so I turned on my side.
“You cold still?” he asked.
“A bit, but I’m OK” I replied.
“Here.” He crawled over me, shoving himself between me and the back of the couch, facing the same way. We were spooning under the covers. I started to get hard as any almost twenty year old guy would when touching someone he’d been lusting after for months. I tried to reposition myself and, when I did, I felt his own erection against my back. I pushed myself back against him and he, in turn, pushed himself towards me. I could feel his breath on the back of my head as he reached his arm around me under the covers, pulling me closer to him. I turned my head over my shoulder to look at him. He leaned in a kissed me.
Electricity seemed to shoot through my body as his stubbly lips pressed against my own stubble. There was no tongue initially, just two warm mouths meeting for the first time. I turned to face him, our bodies touching chest to chest, stomach to stomach for the first time. I could feel his hard dick under his sweats pushing against my stomach. I’m sure he felt mine pressing against his thigh. We kissed again, this time our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. I could feel his perfect, straight teeth, his tick tongue and taste his mouthwash he used earlier.
He pulled away. “Want to go to my room?” he asked. I nodded.
Leaving the movie playing, and with the house to ourselves, we headed into his room.
“Have you ever been with a guy before?” he asked.
“Twice. You?”
“Once. But we just kissed. You?” he asked.
I smiled, which he understood meant I’ve done more than just kiss. “You….OK with this?” I asked.
“I’ve been wanting this for a long time” he replied. I reached down and pulled his shirt up over his head. The room wasn’t as cold as the den, but it was still cool enough that his nipples were erect as well. I rubbed my hand over his smooth chest, enjoying the softness of his skin, secretly wishing my chest was as smooth. I ran my hands up his collar bone to his neck, pushing his head aside as I kissed his neck. He exhaled and shivered slightly, as I felt his up-until-now tense body relax.
“Me, too” I said as I kissed down his neck, to his chest. Little by little I moved down his chest until I started to feel a bit of fuzz. I wetted the fuzz with my tongue, causing it to stand out more against his pale skin. I enjoyed each inch of his body as I moved down further and further until the almost yellow-blonde hair of his stomach tickled my chin. I could feel his cock rubbing against my chest as I grabbed the waist of his sweats and pulled them down, slowly revealing his golden bush. Having pulled the rear of his sweats down over his slightly fuzzy butt cheeks, I ran my finger to the front and finished the job. Out popped Little Jake. But he wasn’t so little.
The past couple of months of Jake running around the dorm in boxers, I only caught glimpses of his dick. I thought I imagined what it looked like well enough at night with my eyes closed. I learned I’m not such a good judge. Little Jake was actually borderline Massive Jake. While his head was normal size, his shaft was a bit longer than I expected, but I never thought it would be this thick. His balls, which were larger than anyone else’s I’d seen to date, looked small in comparison. A nickname of Tripod would be more than apt.
I rubbed Big Jake against my stubble, which caused his body to shake and him to gasp. I kissed him starting at the base and worked my way up the thick, veiny shaft. It felt heavy in my hand. Making my way to the head, I encircled it with my tongue, tasted the juice that had already started to drain from the tip. I wrapped my lips around the head and closed my mouth slowly. I felt his balls pull up as I slide as much of him as I could into my mouth. His upward curve made it difficult to take it all down my throat, but I did the best I could as his breathing picked up and, as I rubbed his sensitive head against the roof of my mouth, it gushed out an incredible amount of semen, slowly at first, allowing me to swallow the first couple of loads. But it seemed he was holding back because, starting with load number three, the force and volume he unloaded into me seemed supernatural. With a mighty combination of groan and scream, Jake started giving me every last ounce of liquid he held below the belt. I hungrily shoved my face into his golden goodness as his body pumped more cum into my mouth than I could hold. I swallowed as much as I could but, to be honest, his force and volume took my breath away and I was forced to let some spill out of my mouth.
As he finished, his body stopped shaking, he pulled out of my mouth, his member still hard, wet and pointing to the ceiling. We looked at each other, me with white liquid still seeping from the corners of my mouth. He knelt down and kissed me, cleaning my mouth of his cum while I swallowed the remaining, finally being able to take a breath of my own.
“Fuck. That was amazing” he said as he caught his own breath. “Sorry I should have told you I was gonna’…”
“No. It was fine. I liked it” I reassured him.
“Did you…..?” he asked.
“Not yet” I replied.
Jake pulled me up and knelt down next to me, pulling down my sweats and briefs. My piece fell out, stringing my own liquid from the massive wet spot he helped me create in my own underwear.
“Looks like you did already” he whispered as he grabbed the head of my dick, encircling it with my own natural lube. He slowly started to push down to my trimmed base, then pull back up. He increased his speed and in less than a minute, I felt my inner stirring. I grabbed myself as he was doing it wrong and, looking down, pointed it as his care chest, releasing my own pent up angst, covering his smooth chest.
Once finished, I shook the last drop out while he seemed fixated on my cock. While not as thick as his, it was a good deal longer, and that seemed to fascinate him. He stood up.
“Well. That happened” he said with a smile.
“Finally” I whimpered, my legs still week.
“Next time, I want to try something different” he said.
“Next time?” I asked.
“Sure. We have two free days, after all” he replied with a smile.
