It was the third week of classes and I was sitting in my dorm room. The
room was Spartan to say the least. Two beds, two desks, two chairs and two
small bookshelves. My room was attached to the room next door by a
bathroom that had a sink, toilet and shower. When my roommate was still
around it was a pain for four guys to share one bathroom. Now that my
roommate had quit school sharing the bathroom with two other guys wasn’t
much better. What made it worse was that they were both freshmen who
partied all the time not caring if they were bothering me or anyone else on
the floor. The whole situation sucked.
For those of you who haven’t read my previous diary entries, I’m Chad. I’m
20 years old, but will be 21 soon, and a transfer to State from a community
college. I’m 5’10” and 165 lbs. I have dirty blonde hair, which I
sometimes highlight, and blue/green eyes. I keep myself in good shape and
like wearing clothes that show it off. Oh, I’m also a pretty big
slut…there is nothing I like better than a nice, big piece of meat and
lots of cum.
I was supposed to share an off-campus apartment with my best friend,
Patrick, but he had been so busy sucking cock our final semester at the
community college that he had failed two courses and State wouldn’t let him
transfer. He’s making up those classes and will hopefully be able to join
me Spring semester.
Without Patrick I couldn’t afford the apartment by myself and instead of
trying to find a roommate I wouldn’t know I decided to try living on
campus…big mistake. Almost everyone on my floor was 18 and on top of
that it was coed. It’s not that I don’t like girls, as friends, but I had
at least had hoped that I would end up on an all men’s floor with community
bathrooms so that I could at least see some eye candy as they went to and
from the john.
Jake, the guy I had been fucking around with since the previous Fall
semester, who was a transfer like me, was living in the fraternity his Dad
had belonged to. He was also on the baseball team so between the two I
hardly ever saw him anymore. Jake is the definition of an alpha male.
Big, strong, hot and more than a bit of an asshole. He’s 6’2″, 190 pounds,
with brown hair and hazel eyes. He’s also ripped and has an 11″ dick.
Even though he told me that he loves me, he’s still pretty much a homophobe
and a bully. He also fucks around with girls to keep his BMOC cred. We’re
more than fuck buddies but less than boyfriends. One of the things I like
most about Jake is that he knows how I like to get fucked and loves getting
his cock sucked. It’s complicated. Suffice it to say that I wasn’t
getting the amount of cock and cum that I needed.
While I had been at the community college, I would regularly get fed in the
bathroom in the basement of the library. My boss at the campus bookstore
met some of my needs as did a friend at the local mall. I was also known
to cruise the bathrooms at the mall from time to time. I needed to find
places on campus or nearby, I was getting more horny and hungry by the day.
One day in the cafeteria, which was awful by the way, I saw a guy that made
my gaydar ping. He was about my height but didn’t weigh as much and didn’t
have the muscle definition I had. I’m not saying that he was unattractive,
just wasn’t to me. I also got the impression that he liked to swing on a
cock as much as I did purely based on his attire. Carrying my tray of
non-de script food, I went to the table he was sitting at alone and asked if
I could join him. There was a twinkle in his eye as I sat down, I hated
that I was going to have to burst his bubble if he thought I might be
interested in feeding him.
He was a freshmen, like 90% of the dorm. He was majoring in Fine Arts and
was from Illinois. Like most out-of-staters, he believed that coming to
the Valley was going to be paradise and quickly found out that it was still
hot as hell in mid-September. I told him that I was a transfer student and
was living in the dorm just to get out of my parents’ house. I also told
him I was majoring in Business.
Finally I just asked, “You’re gay, right?”
“Yeah, you are too right?”
“Yeah.” I got right to the point, “Have you had any luck finding places to
hook-up?”
“I’m not really looking for hook-ups, I want a boyfriend.”
“That’s great, I hope you find someone, but I’m not looking for anything
serious.”
“Oh, I was hoping you might want to go hangout.”
“Sorry, no. It was nice meeting you. I’ll see you around.”
I started to get up from the table when he leaned toward me and whispered,
“You know, I did hear someone at the LGBTQ kick-off meeting saying
somethings.”
I sat back down, “Like what?”
“He’s a sophomore and he was telling a new guy about a couple of places.”
“Go on.”
“Well, he talked about a couple of the academic buildings where he got some
action.” I asked him to tell me more and he told me which buildings. He
even said that the guy had said there was some glory holes. Just what I
was looking for. “He said you have to be careful because the campus cops
do regular rounds.” Good to know. “He also said he had heard that some
guys got blow jobs at the Rec Center.” The Rec Center wasn’t far from my
dorm.
“Anything else?”
“I guess there’s a video place about a mile from campus but it sounded
pretty sleazy.” Perfect!
“Thanks for the info. Gotta run…catch you later.” I took my tray to the
conveyor belt thing that was always piled high with dirty plates. Gross.
I didn’t have any classes that afternoon, so I thought I would check the
academic buildings I had just heard about. It was still hot as balls
outside and the campus was big, so I put on one of my new, tight, State
tanks and a pair of cutoffs, commando of course, grabbed my room key and ID
and headed out. The buildings were all on the other side of campus so I
had a lot of time to check out as many male students as I could. Like me,
most were in shorts and tanks or tees, so there was a lot to see. You
could tell the kids from the Midwest because they were wearing as little as
possible. A lot of the guys had taken their shirts off, as a result my
mouth was watering. A fraternity was doing some sort of fundraiser on
teeter totters wearing nothing but gym shorts. They torsos glistened with
sweat. They had attracted a large number of, what I assumed, were sorority
girls, so they were loving the attention. There were a couple of guys,
like me, that watched as we walked by.
I made it to the first building the guy had told me about. The AC hit me
like a slap when I entered the building, actually making me shiver. I went
down to the lowest level of the building and found the men’s room. It was
empty. I looked in each of the stalls and saw that patches must have been
placed over the glory holes but it didn’t look like maintenance could keep
up with the graffiti. There were some times and dates that I committed to
memory. I went up the building and stopped in each bathroom and found more
of the same. Occasionally, there would be one or two guys using the
urinals so I would take one, pull out my cock and glance over to see what
they might be holding with the hope that they might be interested in
getting serviced. It never happened, so I went on to the next building.
It was the same experience. Not only was I hungry and horny, I was getting
aggravated, where were all the college men that needed my mouth or ass?
By the third building, I had pretty much given up hope but luckily I was
wrong. The first bathroom I went to was empty with more of the same
graffiti. While I was leaving, a guy walked in, a pretty hot black guy.
He was a couple of inches taller than me and maybe ten pounds heavier. He
had, what looked like, a runner’s body with nice muscle definition. He was
in a tight wife beater that he had pushed up and was wearing a baggy pair
of denim shorts. Over his shoulder he was carrying a knapsack. On both
biceps were tattoos of barbed wire. I could see that under the shorts he
was wearing a pair of white boxers since his shorts were pushed down so
that they were sagging. Just like the white wife beater, the white boxers
contrasted with his deep mocha skin. A black belt with metal studs were
keeping his shorts from completely falling off, even so, he had to keep
pulling at them. When I glanced back after he passed me entering the john,
I could see that he also had a tattoo of a crucifix on his lower back. I
had heard that a tramp stamp meant that you liked to get fucked, but this
guy did not give off that vibe at all.
I went up to the next floor and found the men’s room. Someone was in one
of the stalls so I took the one next to it but as soon as I did, I heard
the toilet flush and the man left his stall, washed his hands and left. I
came out of my stall and pulled open the door to the john and the black guy
was just outside the door coming in. I felt like he was looking right
through me like I wasn’t there.
On the next floor up, the men’s room was empty but I decided to wait this
time. I stood at one of the urinals, unsnapped the buttons of my fly,
pulled out my cock and let the shorts slide halfway down my ass. Within
minutes the black guy entered the john. He took a urinal, but not one next
to me, undid his belt, opened his shorts and zipper and pushed the front of
his boxers down below his balls. He was holding on to a nice piece of meat
and stood back far enough that I could see it. Even though he hadn’t
pissed, he shook his cock a bit. He glanced at me, and my ass, a few
times.
“What are you looking at fag?” He shook his cock a few more times and it
was obvious that it was growing. He turned a little toward my direction,
“I betcha want a taste of this don’t ya?” He turned so he was fully facing
me. “Ya ever had dark meat before?” I wasn’t going to tell him that I
tried all different colors of cock and loved them all. He glanced at the
door and then moved closer to me, doing his best to act thug like, even
though I didn’t buy it, I pretended to be a little afraid and moved just a
little bit away from him. “I bet if I let you taste, you won’t ever go
back to white meat.” The whole time he was talking, his cock just kept
getting bigger.
He put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed it like his hand was a vise and
he pushed me toward one of the stalls. “Get in there.” He pushed me back
so my only option was to sit down on the toilet. He had to get close to me
so that he could reach back and close and latch the stall door. His cock
was maybe and inch from my lips. His book bag slid from his shoulder and
landed with a thunk on the floor. He grabbed his dick again and started
waving it at me. His denim shorts had fallen around his ankles and were
covering his feet. Time for me to take control. I grabbed his balls with
one hand and wrapped the fingers of my other hand over his and pulled his
cock to my mouth. I slobbered all over its head while tugging on his
balls. Trying to regain some of his swagger, the guy said, “Shit man, you
want it bad but how do I know that you’re worthy of getting some of my
cock? You’re probably some punk ass white fag that can’t handle this.” I
pushed the stalk of his dick up and started to lick the guy’s nut sack.
Now that I had a hand free, I moved it up over his taut abs until it was
rubbing across his pecs. I sucked one ball into my mouth and then the
other. I attempted to suck both of them in but they were too big. I
pulled back knowing that I had taken control again. I flicked my tongue
against the tip of his cock teasing him about what was to come.
The tide turned again, the guy grabbed my chin, “Open our mother fucking
mouth.” As I did, he wasted no time in shoving his cock in balls deep.
His other hand went to the back of my head and he held me on his cock, “Is
this what you wanted faggot?” I nodded my head yes. He pulled his cock
all the way out of my mouth and then shoved it in again holding my head so
I couldn’t pull back. He did this a couple of times but it was my turn to
take control again. As he was pulling his cock back out of my mouth, he
put both of my hands on his hard as rock ass and stopped him from pulling
back any farther. I started working the dude’s dick like it was the last
one I was ever going to have. The whole time this was going on, I was
slurping, he was moaning and swearing, and by the sounds of flushing, water
running and the door opening and closing, guys had to know what was going
on.
Once again, the guy grabbed my head and started to pound into my face.
“You ready? You ready for my cum? You ready for me sweet, black cum,
fag?” Ready or not my mouth filled with the black man’s seed. He was one
of those guys whose dick gets really sensitive after cumming, so he tried
to pull out, but I didn’t let him. With my hands still on his ass, I held
him in place and sucked every drop of cum from his cock and then licked
around the head just to make sure I didn’t miss anything. When I finally
released my hands from his ass, he pulled back so quick he hit the stall
door. “Jesus man, you trying to kill me or something? Shit!” I think I
had made the point of who was in charge.
The guy stuck his cock back into his boxers and pulled up his shorts until
they were mid-ass. He closed them and pulled the belt tight. He moved
close to me again so that he could open the stall door and when he did, I
licked his abs. I think he opened the door and stepped out so quick that a
white guy that must have been listening and beating off, didn’t have the
time to put his cock away. The new guy, who probably wasn’t much bigger
than me, tried to step into the stall, hoping to get his rocks off. The
black guy put his hand out and pushed him back. “Back off man, he don’t
need any more, I gave him plenty. Shit, by the size of that thing you’re
holding in your hand you don’t got much to give him anyway.” The black guy
started toward the door and must have realized that he left his knapsack.
“Hey man, grab my bag and let’s get the fuck out of here.”
I grabbed the bag from the floor and followed. When we got out into the
hallway, he took the bag from me and said, “What’s your schedule like
tomorrow?” I told him when my classes were. He grabbed his crotch, “You
want another shot at this? Be here at 3:30.”
“Can you bring a friend?”
The guy laughed, “Sure thing. You really are a hungry fag, aren’t you?”
“Yep. What’s your name?”
“Dwayne.”
“Instead of calling me fag, try Chad next time.”
He laughed again, “You got it. You can be Chad, my fag.” Then he was off.
I’d meet up with Dwayne and his friends every couple of days. Then we
started to go to his apartment, off-campus, where we could do more than
just quick blow jobs. Dwayne and his friends became a steady supply of cum
for me.
Even with that steady supply, I was always on the lookout for more. I
worked out at the Rec Center every morning but the number of men was pretty
sparse and they all seemed to be focused on working out. I stopped by a
couple of times later in the day but if anything was happening, I never
found it. Watching a lot of the men working out just got me hornier.
Luckily for me, I could go back to my room and beat off and not have to
worry about a roommate…until I did.
After class one day, about mid-semester, I came back to my room and the
door was open. I walked in, expecting to see my computer gone and stuff
pulled out of my drawers and closet but instead, I find a guy, in just a
pair of workout shorts, unpacking some bags and boxes. If Jake, the
asshole, was a 10 on my scale of hotness, this guy was a 9.5. He could
have been a mini-Jake, except there was nothing mini about him, at least
that I could see. Just like Jake, he was about 6’2″ and a solid 195
pounds. He had brown hair and hazel eyes, just like Jake. Unlike Jake, he
wasn’t smooth, he had hair on his chest, but only stubble, he must shave it
on a regular basis.
He stopped what he was doing and stared at me, “You just standing there or
are you my new roommate?”
“No one told me I was getting a roommate.”
“Well you got one now.”
“Who are you and why are you here?”
“I’m Eric. The RA said I had to move because my fucking roommate
complained about me. All the nerd ever did was study. He’d get all pissy
when I had guys over to hang out or play video games. Asshole never let me
have the room every once in a while so I could bang some chick. I got so
ticked, I lost it and I may have punched him. The jerk ran to the RA. I
was given a choice, move to a new room or he was going to submit a
disciplinary report. My folks would kill me if I got into trouble. They
already are bitching about out of state tuition, I didn’t want them to make
me go back to Ohio.”
I stuck out my hand, “I’m Chad”. I waved my arms around, “Welcome to our
palace.” That got a laugh out of Eric.
“Tell me you don’t just hang around in the room all the time and won’t let
me have girls over. You cool?”
“Yeah, I’m cool.”
Eric gave me a punch in the shoulder, “Fuckin’ A! We’re going to have us
some fun.”
Unlike Jake, Eric was a nice guy. We’d hang out, watch TV, play video
games and occasionally go out for some beers. He even had a friend that
got him pot, so a couple times a week, we’d go outside and find a place to
smoke a joint. Eric became the first straight friend I’d had since high
school. When he wanted the room to bring a girl over, I’d go to the
library or the student union and study. Sometimes I’d even go to the
sleazy video store that wasn’t far from campus. It was hit or miss, but
sometimes I’d luck out and get to service a bunch of cocks. The crowd was
a mix of townies and students. There were even some females that would be
in search of cock, probably for money but why spend money when I would do
it for free? There was a bar right next door, so some of the best time for
getting some students was at closing time. Drunk and horny guys don’t care
whose sucking their cocks and occasionally who they fuck.
One of the benefits of living with Eric was that I got to see him naked
almost every day. He’d get out of bed in the morning, sometimes in boxers
and sometimes bareassed. If he was in boxers, he’d pull them off and go
to the bathroom between our room and the one next door. If someone was in
there, he’d come wait in our room, still bareassed and scratching his
balls. I’d never seen his cock hard, even though I’d hope that he’d get
out of bed with morning wood, but that never happened. His cock didn’t
look like it would match Jake’s length or girth but it was still pretty
spectacular. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to screw up the friendship we had
developed but I started walking around naked in our room sometimes as well.
The slut in me just had to show my ass.
One night when we were out smoking a joint when Eric asked, “You’re gay
aren’t you?”
“Huh?”
“Dude, you never ask to have our room for a while, hell, I haven’t even
seen you to talk to any girls except a couple that live on the floor and
I’ve got a feeling that there Lesbos.”
Into the breach, “Yeah, I am. Do you have a problem with that?”
“No. I don’t know. I don’t think so. Shit, I don’t know anyone that’s
gay.”
“I’m sure you do, you just don’t know it.”
We each took another hit of the joint and sat in silence.
Over the next couple days I noticed that Eric seemed distant. We didn’t
hang out as much anymore and he was away from our room a lot. When he was
in the room, he didn’t just hang around in gym shorts and he stopped being
naked around me. He’d go into the bathroom dressed and come out after a
shower dressed.
One day I couldn’t take it anymore. “What the hell is going on with you?
Why are you acting so different all of a sudden?”
“Man, I told you that I didn’t think I had a problem with you being gay and
all, but, I think I’m going to see if I can change rooms.”
“Seriously? You think you’re going to get the “gay cooties” from me or
something?”
Eric shuffled his feet, he was so damn cute sometimes. “Well, ya know, uh,
I know I’m pretty good looking.”
“Yeah, you are, so what?”
“I just don’t want you to think that, ya know, that maybe, ya know, that
I’d let you, ya know, fuck me.”
“Eric, you don’t have to worry about me wanting to fuck you. If anyone
would be getting fucked it would be me.”
“No way.”
“Way.”
“But dude, look at you, you’re a fucking jock. You played baseball in high
school. You work out almost every day. You’ve got more muscles than most
of the guys on the floor. You run and you’re on our floor intramural
teams.”
“So? Keeping in shape is important to me, I like sports and I want to look
good.”
“But I thought guys that liked to be fucked were girly.”
“Oh, for Christ’s sake Eric, if that was the case I wouldn’t be sucking
dick over in the Education building every couple of days or at the video
store down the street. If it’s a good week, I even get fucked a couple
times by a guy I know and his friends.” Eric just stared at me. After a
minute he grabbed a sweatshirt and left our room. Shit!
I worked on a paper for a while and then decided to go to bed. I was woken
by pounding on my door. I got out of bed and opened the door. It was one
of the guys that lived on the floor. He was a freshman named Troy. Troy
was a big guy, maybe 6’3″ and at least 230 pounds. He had been
non-scholarship recruit for the football team but had been cut before the
season began. I hadn’t spent any time with him and my impression was that
he wasn’t too bright. I heard he had pledged a frat but that he couldn’t
move in because you had to be sophomore to not live in the dorms. There
was a couple of guys standing behind him. I could smell the beer on their
breath.
“What do you want, Troy?”
Troy was in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He grabbed his crotch. “The
way I hear it is that I got what you want.” Troy pushed me back and he and
his two friends came in my room and closed the door. “You like cock, we
got cocks, and you’re going to take care of `em for us.” I couldn’t
believe that Eric had said something to this idiot.
Very rarely do I ever pass on cock, but this was going to be one of those
times. “Get out of my room, asshole.”
He kept coming toward me, “If you’re a good little queer, we’ll take care
of that for you too.”
“Fuck you.”
“I think you meant that the other way.” Troy pushed my chest and I fell
backward onto my bed. Before I could get up, Troy straddled my chest and
pinned my arms with his beefy legs. I struggled but he was just too heavy.
He unzipped his jeans and pulled a hefty piece of meat out. “What are you
struggling for? We know that you want this.” He was stroking his cock
over my face. Now, under different circumstances, I would consider this an
opportunity to enjoy what I saw before me. Troy’s dick was above average
with a big head. The anticipation of using my mouth had already caused him
to leak some precum. He brushed the wet tip along my lips but I kept
moving my head. He turned to his friends, “Get over here and hold his head
still.” Neither of his friends moved. “Fuck you both. You probably want
my cock too.” Troy used his hands in an attempt to hold my head still
while he tried to push his cock between my lips.
The door to the room opened and Eric walked in. Troy’s friends ran out of
the room. I don’t think Troy realized what was happening but Eric grabbed
the back of Troy’s t-shirt and pulled him back. Troy spun his head around,
“What the fuck man?”
“Get off of him, NOW!”
“What’s the big deal, you’re the one that told that RA that he’s a fag,
after he sucks me off than you can have your turn.”
Eric wrapped his arm around Troy’s neck and pulled him off of me and my
bed. Using all of his strength, Eric pushed Troy until he was out of the
room, still with his dick hanging out, “Get the fuck out of our room. You
ever try some shit like this again with my friend and I’ll make sure it’s
you that gets fucked. By the way, you’ve got a pretty small dick, you may
want to get that back in your jeans before anyone sees it.” I don’t know
how Eric did it, but he pulled out his phone and took a pic of Troy’s
shriveling cock. “I’m sure people would like to see just how small it is.”
Troy started to say something but Eric slammed the door.
“Dude, I’m really sorry. I went and talked to the RA just to try to clear
my mind and I realized it’s no big deal that you’re gay. I didn’t know the
jerk would say anything. I’m going to get that fucker fired.” And he did.
To this day, Eric and I remain friends. I actually introduced him to the
girl that he ultimately married and I stood up in their wedding. I know
that you probably want me to say that from that day forward I sucked Eric’s
cock and he fucked me but that didn’t happen, instead, like the Grinch,
both of our hearts grew a little that day as we created our own
Gay/Straight Alliance.
Don’t get me wrong though, he knew I went after cock like he went after
pussy. There was even a time that I took him to the sleazy video store
since I had seen women there giving blow jobs. While I was sucking cock,
he was getting sucked, and it’s a memory that bonds us for life. Shit, I’d
still like to taste his cock!
By the way, I ran across Troy in one of the bathrooms on campus. He was
the one down on his knees.
