Dorm Mates - Gay Twink

Sammy and Jamie had been sharing a dorm for a while. They both had enjoyed seeing each other in various states of undress. They didn’t know it but they both wanted more.

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I had been sharing a dorm room with Sammy since we met at the start of term. We were both eighteen. Sammy was about 5'9" and roughly 10 stone, with dark hair. I was almost 6' and 12 stone, with mousy hair—my name’s Jamie, by the way. We were both naturally athletic, neither fat nor thin. Sammy was studying economics, and I was studying to become a teacher.
It was about halfway through the first term. I went back to our shared room after my morning shower (and the usual stress-relieving wank). Sammy was awake but still lying in bed, facing away from me.
"Couldn't you have taken another five minutes?" he said. "I was just having a wank!"
"So, what do you want me to do about it?" I replied.
"Well… you could finish it off for me," he said, almost jokingly.
We had never spoken openly about sex before; I guess we just didn’t feel we knew each other well enough—at least, until now. Though personally, I wish we had. He’d mentioned a few girlfriends, as had I. But I can’t say I was all that experienced in sex, and certainly not with another man.
In terms of my own sexuality, as I mentioned, I’d had a few girlfriends—one or two of whom were willing to let me into their knickers. But I’d never found the experience particularly satisfying. Which perhaps explains why I froze when Sammy said that.
OK, I’ll admit it—I’d been watching Sammy with more than a little interest. Since the start of term, I’d been looking for more and more opportunities to see him with as few clothes on as possible. I’d catch myself looking at the bulge in his pants when he got ready in the morning or admiring his peachy arse in his tight jeans.
So, what do I do now? Do I go for it? Treat it as a joke? Sammy sounded serious… and horny.
Before I could decide, Sammy threw back the covers, and there before my eyes was his massive cock. Eight solid inches of throbbing flesh. I’d never felt a tingle in my loins like that before, seeing his perfectly thick cock.
"Come on, you know you want to. I've seen you looking at me." He was right—I’d been rumbled. But that didn’t matter. What mattered was what was happening right now.
He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, completely naked. My eyes never left his prick, which bounced as he got up, then settled at a 45-degree angle. My own cock had started to respond as soon as he threw back the sheets, and by now, it had reached horizontal, poking out from the front of my towel.
He moved toward me, the head of his prick glistening with precum. He stroked himself a couple of times as he approached, then stopped in front of me, reaching out to lift my hand and bring it to his shaft. My hand instinctively closed around it. We were comparable in length, but his looked so damn manly and thick. I was yearning for it. The feel of it was unlike anything I’d felt before—silky and hot, like a solid steel rod. I stroked it gently, the skin moving over the firm core beneath. Any doubts I had faded to the back of my mind. This felt incredible.
As I continued to stroke him, Sammy reached down and pulled the towel from my waist, letting it fall to the floor. I felt exposed but also deeply connected to him.
Sammy’s hand, which had been resting on my shoulder, began drifting down my body, barely touching my skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake. He reached my left nipple and gave it a tweak. It was like an electric shock shooting through me, landing right in my cock—a surprising feeling since I’d never found my nipples particularly sensitive before. "Mmm," I groaned loudly, another surprise as I’d always been quiet and reserved. He moved to my right nipple and did the same. My whole body trembled, and my cock twitched. No one had ever made me feel like this before. God, I needed this more than anything.
His hand continued its way down, pausing at my navel where he playfully teased me for a few seconds before moving lower, honing in on its target.
He ran his fingertips along the side of my cock, down to my pubes, and back up to the head, which was now dripping with precum. He smeared it over the tip, sending another wave of sensation through me.
To my disappointment, his hand then left my cock. But then he brought his fingers to his face, inhaled, and then put them in his mouth, sucking them. Butterflies filled my stomach.
"Mmm, nice starter. I hope the main course tastes as good."
I looked into his eyes, licked my lips, and leaned closer. Our lips met, his parted, and his tongue pressed against mine. He pushed harder, and as I relaxed, his tongue found mine. They entwined around each other, then separated as we explored each other’s mouths, only to come together again, almost wrestling. I could taste a faintly salty yet sexy flavour.
Meanwhile, his hand had returned to my shaft and was slowly stroking it. My hand hadn’t left his, which was now slick with precum, and his other hand began running up and down my spine. Despite having cum only fifteen minutes earlier, I could feel myself needing more. In fact, I had never needed anything more.
Sammy was clearly getting close too. He began thrusting against my hand, and I took this as my cue to increase the pace. I gripped him a little harder and began to work his cock with a steady rhythm.
Sammy pulled his head back, separating our mouths as he started to groan. "Yes, keep going. I’m going to cum… I’m nearly there." He threw his head back, and with a final thrust, he began to shoot. "Ahh, yes, that’s it—fuck yes!" His first shot hit my stomach, quickly followed by a second and third. I kept pumping him until he finished, his last shot landing on my thigh.
During his orgasm, Sammy had let go of my cock. Given the intensity of his climax, I wasn’t surprised or disappointed; in fact, I enjoyed watching him finish.
Catching his breath, Sammy looked at me with a smile. "That was fantastic. I’ve been hoping for this moment since we met." I returned his smile and replied, "I’ve been wondering too."
"Anyway," Sammy said, "what about you? Little Jamie looks like he needs some attention."
He reached out and took hold of me once more, slowly beginning to stroke me, pulling my foreskin over the head and back again.
"Keep doing that," I said. "It feels wonderful."
He continued the back-and-forth motion, then leaned forward and took my right nipple between his lips, sucking. Those electric shocks returned, even more intense this time, and I thrust forward hard against Sammy's hand.
"That's fantastic, but I can't take much more, Sammy."
"Great. Guess it's time for the main course, then."
Sammy began to sink to his knees, still jacking me off and steadily increasing the pace. He sat back on his heels, looked up, and asked, "You ready?"
"Uh huh," I grunted. I wanted to say, "fuck yeah," but that had to do.
Sammy started pumping my cock like a demon. He leaned forward and breathed on the head, which, as if on cue, bucked in his hand and shot over his face just under his left eye. He gripped my cock tighter and aimed it at his mouth; my next shots hit dead centre, like a bullseye. After what seemed like hours—but was probably less than a minute—my orgasm subsided, and I slumped forward over Sammy's shoulders, then slid down to the floor beside him.
He lay down beside me and kissed me. It tasted different; it took me a few moments to realise that what I could taste was me, the remains of my own cum still in Sammy's mouth. I decided I liked it, never having tried my own cum before (yes, I know some might find that odd, but I did say I was quiet and reserved).
Having recovered from my orgasm, I got up, saying, "Well, you may have eaten, but I still need breakfast," and began to dress.
"Are you sure you wouldn't rather go for seconds here?" asked Sammy.
"Maybe later," I replied, though in my head, I was already thinking, definitely later.