It all started during winter semester of my freshman year. Up until then I suppose I was pretty much like any other American kid. I'd tried to get laid all through high school, finally succeeding the summer after graduation. It wasn't one of the cheerleaders as I'd always fantasized, but one of the 'nerd girls' most of us had always ridiculed. She didn't have much in the way of breasts, but she was willing after we had dated a few times. She was just as eager as I had been to lose the title of 'virgin'.
Anyway, I left in August for college, about a hundred miles from home. I knew a couple of other guys from my high school were there, but they'd graduated a year ahead of me, so I didn't expect to see them much. In effect, I was alone. My roommate and I got along okay. He was taller than me, but I was stockier. Jerry was from a town on the opposite side of the state from my home. He wanted to major in Psychology, while my choice was History. We double dated a couple of times with girls from our 'sister' dormitory across the quad. Of course, we both also dated separately. I hadn't gotten lucky so far with the college girls and Jerry admitted he was doing no better.
Our room was laid out with a bathroom we shared with the guys in the room next door. When we first got there, we four met and agreed on a schedule of use for the showers. The shower itself was a double. The cubicle was about six feet long and four wide, with a shower head at either end. That way, two of us could shower at once, if the need arose. I'd showered with other guys after P.E. back home, so that was no big deal to me. Still, our scheduling agreement made it highly rare for any two of us to have to share. Jerry got up late a couple of mornings and we showered at the same time. The quarters were close, but not bad.
After the end of the first semester, the guys next door flunked out. There weren't any applicants to transfer into the empty room yet, so Jerry and I had the bathroom to ourselves all the time for a while. We'd gotten comfortable with each other after the months of living together. Often one or both of us would lounge around or study just in our underwear or even naked. Jerry's dick looked like it really belonged to him: He was tall and skinny; his dick was long and thin.
Then in January, I caught him beating off one Friday afternoon when I ran home for a book I needed for my next class. I was surprised his dick wasn't much thicker even when it was hard, but it was at least nine inches long. (My own cock was what I'd always read was 'average', I measured once (what guy doesn't?) and it was just under seven inches erect. But it seemed to me it was pretty thick at an inch and a half across.) Jerry was embarrassed and so was I. He had just begun to pop when I threw the door open. He was lying on his bed naked, his erection pointing at the ceiling. When he came, it spouted straight up and fell back onto his belly and chest. He went immediately limp when I burst in, and we just looked at each other. Then we both cracked up laughing, Jerry wiping up his mess with the towel he had ready for just that purpose.
"Sorry, Man," I said when I recovered. "Was it good for you?"
"Shit! No!" he replied. "You ruined the best fantasy! I was just about to fuck Cheryl in the ass. But what do I see when I open my eyes? Mister Ugly! Now you've probably ruined me forever." We laughed again before I apologized again and grabbed my book and ran out.
During my class I found my mind drifting away from the boring lecture. Instead, I saw in my mind's eye Jerry's cock throbbing out all its thick jizz. The image still made me laugh, but what really surprised me was that I found myself stiffening in my shorts! I'd never been attracted to other guys, and hadn't even thought about that! My face got hot and I knew I was blushing, sitting there in class. I glanced around to see if anyone had noticed. Fortunately, everybody was either actually paying attention to the prof or else off in their own worlds.
After class I went to the student union and got a cup of coffee. I found a table in the corner and sat alone, trying to work on a paper that was due the next week. I thought about the strange feeling I had gotten. Could I be a closet gay? I glanced around me. My eye fell on several attractive women and I had no trouble imagining them naked, lying under me as I pounded into them. The idea turned me on. Okay chicks still turned me on.
I looked around some more and picked out a guy who was in my English class. I tried to imagine him the same way. Nothing. 'Whew!' I thought. Must just be general horniness, I decided. I finished my coffee, gathered my books and went off to my last class of the day.
Jerry and studied that afternoon until it was time to go to the dining hall to eat. We had our dinner and we were walking back to the dorm when he blurted out, "Pete, I have to tell you something." I looked at him and waited. "I'm not gay or anything, but after you caught me today I couldn't stop thinking about it." He looked at me to try to gauge my reaction. My face had heated up again. It was almost dark so I didn't know if he could tell I was blushing. I shrugged my shoulders. He took it as a signal to go on.
"I mean, usually it takes me fifteen or twenty minutes to recharge after jerking off. Remembering you standing there over me as I came gave me another hard on right away." He fell silent and I knew I had to say something.
"Well," I began, "it was pretty funny. I mean the look on your face and all..." He didn't say anything. I guessed I'd better be as honest with him as he'd been with me. He didn't have to tell me after all.
"Okay. I thought about it, too. I'm as straight as you are, but remembering the sight gave me a woody, too. I think we're just too horny. We really need to get laid. What are Cheryl and 'what's-her-name' doing tonight?"
"They went home for the weekend. Besides, they're never going to put out — at least not to us. That's pretty clear by now, don't you think?" We had reached the dormitory. When we got into our room, Jerry said, "I'm going to shower." I sprawled out on my bed and opened my notebook. I made it a point NOT to look at Jerry as he stripped down and walked naked across to the bathroom.
Again, however, I found myself getting hard. A crazy idea popped into my head. I gave him a couple of minutes to get good and wet and then peeled off my clothes. I began jerking off. What I didn't realize was that my bed was visible to Jerry if he peeked out from behind the shower curtain. (We both usually left the bathroom door open when we showered so the mirror wouldn't steam up.) I was remembering the girl at the student union as I beat off.
Just then, Jerry called out, "Pete, will you hand me another bar of soap?" I looked over toward the bathroom door. Jerry was holding back the edge of the curtain and grinning.
"Shit! Okay, we're even," I said. My cock stayed hard and it bobbed as I walked in and handed him the soap. The idea of a shower suddenly sounded good to me. "Mind if I join you?" I asked him.
"As long as you don't get any on me," he laughed. 'What the hell, ' I thought, 'we've already seen each other jerking off.' I always liked beating off in the shower anyway.
I stepped into the steamy cubicle. Jerry's hand was stroking his own dick. We watched each other pounding away, I found that the visual made my own orgasm stronger. We didn't say anything more. I looked at Jerry's face a couple of times as we finished the shower. He had a very serious expression. We both finished showering without comment. In fact, we had very little conversation the rest of the night. I wasn't sure what I was feeling, let alone how he felt. We both kept to our own side of the room except when we had to pee. We also both stayed naked.
The next morning was Saturday. I woke up to the sound of the shower. I went in to relieve my bladder. "Hey, what's up? Did you get dirty overnight?" I called to Jerry.
"Oh! Shit, you startled me!" he said. "Nah. I just felt like another shower. Come on in." Well, this was odd, I felt. But why not? It wasn't like we were gay or anything. Really. So I joined him under the neighboring spray. "Pete? Can I ask you something?" I wiped the shampoo from my face, squinted open one eye and looked at him.
"Sure." There was that serious expression again. I felt a chill down my spine, in spite of the hot water.
"Have you ever had a blowjob?" he asked. Well, I hadn't, and I told him so. I told him the one and only girl I had fucked had jerked me a few times before we got it on, but that was the extent of it. He turned his face toward the spray (and away from me) and said, "I have. It was my senior year, after a football game."
"Wow!" Now I was envious. "What was it like? Was it your girlfriend? What was her name? Nancy?"
"Yeah, that was her name, but it wasn't her. There was this guy I used to hang with. A black guy named Thomas. It was him." I stopped washing and just looked at Jerry's back. Uh-oh.