College roommates

[normguy1954]

I looked to see if this topic has been covered before but didn't find a specific thread. Just been sitting here after visiting another site about flashing and got to thinking 'bout the days when I attended a big, southern, conservative university. This was many years ago. Lived in an old dorm building with stairwell sections that were each separate from the others. Two rooms on each floor in each stairwell. Each room had front room (beds), back room (desks) and small bathroom that connected to the room on the other side. Each room had four guys. It was great, although at that time I was just too young and timid to really take advantage of it. But to give you an idea of what when on there...
My very first day. Just got my stuff unpacked. My roommates had not arrived yet, but guys on the other side of bathroom had. I went in to take a leak. Very small bathroom with one sink, one open commode, and two small shower stalls, side by side, with only flimsy curtains to cover up. I had just walked in when the opposite door opened and in ran a tall, skinny, naked guy being chased by another clothed dude holding a can of shaving cream. Apparently he was trying to catch the naked guy and spray shaving cream on his penis. The naked guy had the longest penis I had ever seen (even to this day I have not seen a longer one in person). It was just hard to believe, to me. I have a small one, but had seen lots of naked guys' cocks in the high school gym showers. But none like this guy had. It was skinny (like him) and hung down in a long curve. Of course it was also flopping and waving around as the guy squirmed and tried to evade his attacker. They saw me and just stopped dead. Naked guy introduced himself and told me where he was from (San Diego) and just stood there with his cock hanging out and down in a long arc. I tried not to stare, but I am sure I didn't hide my interest very well. Other guy said hello, smiled, and the attack began again. Then they both ran back into their rooms and closed the door. I was awe struck. I thought to myself, "this is going to be a good semester."
I had many other experiences I can share, but this one stands out in my mind, in such clear detail, that it seems almost like it happened recently. Wish I had been less conservative and timid back then. I could have had a lot more fun. But at least from a spectators point of view I did enjoy my two years in that dorm. Oh to be young and in university again...
Maybe others can share their college roommate stories too.

 

[62624rd]

^^ What he said.

 

[HunterM]

^^^ What they both said.

 

[Kyanimal]

I want to hear More about those two suite mates. One chasing the Naked one on Day One?

My freshman dorm was a brick facade, cinder block, building shaped like an I, oriented East/West, with four floors (no elevator), and a basement. I think it was built in the late 50s/early 60s. The east cross bar looked out over a parking lot, and a beach on Lake Michigan. It had a "mirrored twin" just south of it, with a basement level paved loading area between them. Not exactly a courtyard.

Each floor had a common lounge/meeting area, at the North end of the East "cross". Each floor also had 2 common baths, one each on a corner of the cross bar intersections, and could be entered from the main hall, or from the "cross". Main hall entrance was right into the shower area, four (maybe more) shower stalls, with curtains, on either side of the door. Walking through the middle, you'd find enclosed toilet stalls on one side, and tandem sinks on the other, plus the door to the "cross".

The first floor had a huge lounge on the East side, with floor to ceiling windows, North and East, which extended a bit further East than the rest of the building, and a vending machine room. Not as many rooms as the other floors. The basement had even fewer rooms since the laundromat, heating/cooling equipment, and a "party room" were down there.

All the rooms were doubles, with a Y shaped desk, in front of a picture window, with a single, opening, sash window on either side, a single bed on each side, which became a couch when slide under a built in upholstered bolster/book case/cabinet on the wall, a closet, and vanity/dresser, on each side of the door, with more overhead storage. The floors were tiled. Surprisingly, it was fairly well sound insulated.

I suppose my Freshman roomy, and I, were paired together because we were both Methodist Preachers' Kids, and enrolled in the School of Speech. I was in Radio/TV/Film, and he was in Theater. For some reason that I'll never understand, he seemed to dislike me from day one.

It wasn't that we didn't get along as much as it was preferring to ignore each other. Not much interaction at all, though not anything hostile, either. To each his own.

I guess he was a natural "quiet guy", where I was elected the floor Pres., and tended to instigate "stuff".

I was also more naive, and "stupid", than I thought I was. Though I knew I liked Guys, I was also Very Sensitive about my perceived Social standing. I would run from Anything that might "tag" me as Gay.

A few weeks into the year, late in the evening, I headed for the common bathroom to take a leak. As I entered from the main hall, into the shower area, there was a guy just stepping out of one of the shower stalls. He had his towel in both hands, drying of his back, which had his dick swinging from side to side.

It was "John", the only OUT Gay Guy on the floor. He was 5'8", slightly taller than me, brown haired, brown eyed, with (now wet) fur all over his muscled frame. He could also be considered Cute.

I sort of stopped dead in my tracks, at this unexpected scene, and my mouth might have even opened in surprise, and appreciation, at what I was seeing. He just Smiled, began pumping his hips, which made his dick bounce up and down, instead of side to side, and asked, in a leering way, "Like what you see?"

As I obviously scanned him, from toes to crown, and back down to his now getting semi hard cut "beauty", and tightening balls, as much as I wanted to jump his bones, right there, I HAD to keep up my idiotic "Rep"!

I think I muttered something like, "Ha!", and scurried on through to the stalls.

Thing was, just a little while after that, I experienced giving, and simultaneously receiving, my first BJ with one of the first floor guys.

What can I say? At least "David" wasn't from "My" floor!

Yeah! There's more! Butt, I've already been typing way too long.

Keep Smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[normguy1954]

That was a good story too. I sometimes wished my dorm had bigger communal shower rooms. That would have been fun, although I was so shy back then and probably would not have done much "exploring" when other guys were there.
I guess I will share another story, and I must say that these are true. It was an unusual group, I guess, with 8 guys packed into such tight quarters, and all using this tiny bathroom. Especially if we all had early classes and needed to get ready at the same time.

One guy moved down from an upper floor room to the room across the bathroom, and one of the guys from that room moved upstairs. Never quite knew the reason. But it didn't matter. The new guy was very nice looking. He was huge too. Very tall, built like a wrestler, and he had a penis that could have landed him a job in porn. Believe me. As I said before I have a rather small cock, so anytime I would see a dude with one bigger than mine, or one as big as this guy's was, it really fascinated me and also kind of made me feel inadequate at the same time.
This guy was very friendly but he was kind of odd too, in a hard to explain way. I took it he did not have a lot of friends, although he was dating a very petite girl at that time. I often wondered, after seeing his cock and thinking about the two having sex, how that tiny girl could ever have handled his monster meat.

This guy had a strange habit when he would get out of the shower that led to the nickname of "butt sniffer." He would dry off - and it was most often in a place very visible, and he would stick his fingers in his butt and then sniff them. He did this several times after each shower. He must have known us other guys saw him. He didn't hide his actions. I just thought it rather strange. But one thing I did love was that he always took his time drying off and getting ready to put on his white jockey shorts.

There wasn't any concept then of being "out" or stuff like that, at least not the same as today. I knew that I was totally interested in guys, even though I did date a nice girl from Colorado that first year. I knew also that it wasn't a good idea to let the other fellas know I had such inclinations. But in some way I believe that this guy knew that I liked looking at him naked, watching him do his butt sniff thing, and taking his time before sliding on his jockeys. He didn't seem offended and I certainly tried as often as possible to be there to watch the show.

It was funny too because there were many times when he would start to get aroused just a bit if he had an audience. And a few times he was barely able to stuff his cock in his shorts before he sprang a full blown boner. Those were the best times. I would watch him for awhile and notice he was starting to plump up. And he would start to dry off faster and faster and just get his shorts slid up over his crotch as his cock was almost hard. I wish I had a picture of it. Too bad they didn't have cell phone cameras back in the old days. It was truly an awesome piece of meat.

And I especially liked the fact that he was so friendly toward me and not stuck up like some jock snobs that I knew. He was soft spoken and almost shy in a way. And the fact that he was know as the 'butt sniffer" around all the stairwells in the building kind of made him a bit self conscious at times. But my memories of him are fond ones. How I wish I had been able to just reach out one time and fondle his cock. Or smell it. Or tickle his ball sack. But I just couldn't risk it back then.

 

[itsmeagain]

it is amazing how that is. There is a guy I used to work with. We were both in our teens and worked outside at a local golf course. He was beautiful. And I wanted so suck his dick soooooo bad. Never did, although there were some pretty intense rubs and massage sessions. We were both in our early twenties. He was the stud with the women. I not so much.

He gave all the signals. I was too dumb to pick it up. Today, I would be all over him like white on snow.

 

[normguy1954]

I have to tell you guys about another roommate who shared our room for the first year. Remember, this was back in the early 70's. Leisure suits, platform shoes (for guys), pageboy hair cuts, etc. Some of you will remember. Other younger dudes won't.

This guys name was Chip. He was from the western part of the state. He was just a typical college age guy - tall, slim but firm build, blond longish hair, just a wisp of a mustache growing on his upper lip. He was quiet, friendly, and is the first guy I ever met who was TOTALLY comfortable with being naked, and also being naked around other people. He would take showers daily - sometimes more than one - and just casually stroll back into the front room where the bunk beds, big picture windows, and TV were. And he would just slowly dry off with no care about who else might be in the room at the time. This was an all-male dorm and absolutely no girls were ever allowed in. But I was usually in the front room when he would be naked. And he was just so casual about it. He would scratch his nuts, sometimes tug his cock - which was not huge, but nicely plump and looked tasty even when flaccid after a shower. He would scratch his ass, play with his toes while drying his feet, muss up his hair with the towel, etc. And stay naked for maybe half an hour or more. If the TV was on he would stand there and watch a bit. If other guys came in from the stairwell it didn't' matter. Seeing Chip naked in the room was just part of daily life for us.

Those times of watching him naked were wonderful, although it did take me awhile to get used to it. There was no way I could help myself from almost staring at his every move. I don't know if he caught on or not. He never acted strange toward me as he might have had he suspected I might be a bit too interested in his junk. He was just a slow-talking, soft spoken, blond haired naked kid that lived with me for a whole school year. I can close my eyes right now and picture him standing there. Again, I wish I could have at least touched his cock, or licked his balls or ass. I sure had those kinds of thoughts then. But nothing ever happened.

One other odd thing about Chip. He was very fashion conscious for a dude, I thought. He had a whole bunch of matching outfits for class and he had more shoes than I had ever seen in a dude's closet. I mean Imelda Marcos would have been envious! Chip was a very good roommate. Even when he wasn't bare-assed naked...

I have a couple more stories to share if you guys would like to hear them. I tend to be chatty when I share my experiences. Hope that is OK.

 

[Kyanimal]

That is More than OK!

I LOVE hearing about other guys' Life experiences.

Since I tend to get chatty about things like this, too, hopefully I'll have the time to share some more of my own stories, later.

Keep Smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[62624rd]

^^ What he said. When i was in college; my roommate and i had a short fling. So reading your stories bring back fond memories and a chub

 

[dukemike]

Great thread. Thanks guys!!!

 

[Newmercedes]

I looked to see if this topic has been covered before but didn't find a specific thread. Just been sitting here after visiting another site about flashing and got to thinking 'bout the days when I attended a big, southern, conservative university. This was many years ago. Lived in an old dorm building with stairwell sections that were each separate from the others. Two rooms on each floor in each stairwell. Each room had front room (beds), back room (desks) and small bathroom that connected to the room on the other side. Each room had four guys. It was great, although at that time I was just too young and timid to really take advantage of it. But to give you an idea of what when on there...
My very first day. Just got my stuff unpacked. My roommates had not arrived yet, but guys on the other side of bathroom had. I went in to take a leak. Very small bathroom with one sink, one open commode, and two small shower stalls, side by side, with only flimsy curtains to cover up. I had just walked in when the opposite door opened and in ran a tall, skinny, naked guy being chased by another clothed dude holding a can of shaving cream. Apparently he was trying to catch the naked guy and spray shaving cream on his penis. The naked guy had the longest penis I had ever seen (even to this day I have not seen a longer one in person). It was just hard to believe, to me. I have a small one, but had seen lots of naked guys' cocks in the high school gym showers. But none like this guy had. It was skinny (like him) and hung down in a long curve. Of course it was also flopping and waving around as the guy squirmed and tried to evade his attacker. They saw me and just stopped dead. Naked guy introduced himself and told me where he was from (San Diego) and just stood there with his cock hanging out and down in a long arc. I tried not to stare, but I am sure I didn't hide my interest very well. Other guy said hello, smiled, and the attack began again. Then they both ran back into their rooms and closed the door. I was awe struck. I thought to myself, "this is going to be a good semester."
I had many other experiences I can share, but this one stands out in my mind, in such clear detail, that it seems almost like it happened recently. Wish I had been less conservative and timid back then. I could have had a lot more fun. But at least from a spectators point of view I did enjoy my two years in that dorm. Oh to be young and in university again...
Maybe others can share their college roommate stories too.

Very Hot Story.

 

[Newmercedes]

That was a good story too. I sometimes wished my dorm had bigger communal shower rooms. That would have been fun, although I was so shy back then and probably would not have done much "exploring" when other guys were there.
I guess I will share another story, and I must say that these are true. It was an unusual group, I guess, with 8 guys packed into such tight quarters, and all using this tiny bathroom. Especially if we all had early classes and needed to get ready at the same time.

One guy moved down from an upper floor room to the room across the bathroom, and one of the guys from that room moved upstairs. Never quite knew the reason. But it didn't matter. The new guy was very nice looking. He was huge too. Very tall, built like a wrestler, and he had a penis that could have landed him a job in porn. Believe me. As I said before I have a rather small cock, so anytime I would see a dude with one bigger than mine, or one as big as this guy's was, it really fascinated me and also kind of made me feel inadequate at the same time.
This guy was very friendly but he was kind of odd too, in a hard to explain way. I took it he did not have a lot of friends, although he was dating a very petite girl at that time. I often wondered, after seeing his cock and thinking about the two having sex, how that tiny girl could ever have handled his monster meat.

This guy had a strange habit when he would get out of the shower that led to the nickname of "butt sniffer." He would dry off - and it was most often in a place very visible, and he would stick his fingers in his butt and then sniff them. He did this several times after each shower. He must have known us other guys saw him. He didn't hide his actions. I just thought it rather strange. But one thing I did love was that he always took his time drying off and getting ready to put on his white jockey shorts.

There wasn't any concept then of being "out" or stuff like that, at least not the same as today. I knew that I was totally interested in guys, even though I did date a nice girl from Colorado that first year. I knew also that it wasn't a good idea to let the other fellas know I had such inclinations. But in some way I believe that this guy knew that I liked looking at him naked, watching him do his butt sniff thing, and taking his time before sliding on his jockeys. He didn't seem offended and I certainly tried as often as possible to be there to watch the show.

It was funny too because there were many times when he would start to get aroused just a bit if he had an audience. And a few times he was barely able to stuff his cock in his shorts before he sprang a full blown boner. Those were the best times. I would watch him for awhile and notice he was starting to plump up. And he would start to dry off faster and faster and just get his shorts slid up over his crotch as his cock was almost hard. I wish I had a picture of it. Too bad they didn't have cell phone cameras back in the old days. It was truly an awesome piece of meat.

And I especially liked the fact that he was so friendly toward me and not stuck up like some jock snobs that I knew. He was soft spoken and almost shy in a way. And the fact that he was know as the 'butt sniffer" around all the stairwells in the building kind of made him a bit self conscious at times. But my memories of him are fond ones. How I wish I had been able to just reach out one time and fondle his cock. Or smell it. Or tickle his ball sack. But I just couldn't risk it back then.

Wow another Hot Story.

 

[Newmercedes]

I have to tell you guys about another roommate who shared our room for the first year. Remember, this was back in the early 70's. Leisure suits, platform shoes (for guys), pageboy hair cuts, etc. Some of you will remember. Other younger dudes won't.

This guys name was Chip. He was from the western part of the state. He was just a typical college age guy - tall, slim but firm build, blond longish hair, just a wisp of a mustache growing on his upper lip. He was quiet, friendly, and is the first guy I ever met who was TOTALLY comfortable with being naked, and also being naked around other people. He would take showers daily - sometimes more than one - and just casually stroll back into the front room where the bunk beds, big picture windows, and TV were. And he would just slowly dry off with no care about who else might be in the room at the time. This was an all-male dorm and absolutely no girls were ever allowed in. But I was usually in the front room when he would be naked. And he was just so casual about it. He would scratch his nuts, sometimes tug his cock - which was not huge, but nicely plump and looked tasty even when flaccid after a shower. He would scratch his ass, play with his toes while drying his feet, muss up his hair with the towel, etc. And stay naked for maybe half an hour or more. If the TV was on he would stand there and watch a bit. If other guys came in from the stairwell it didn't' matter. Seeing Chip naked in the room was just part of daily life for us.

Those times of watching him naked were wonderful, although it did take me awhile to get used to it. There was no way I could help myself from almost staring at his every move. I don't know if he caught on or not. He never acted strange toward me as he might have had he suspected I might be a bit too interested in his junk. He was just a slow-talking, soft spoken, blond haired naked kid that lived with me for a whole school year. I can close my eyes right now and picture him standing there. Again, I wish I could have at least touched his cock, or licked his balls or ass. I sure had those kinds of thoughts then. But nothing ever happened.

One other odd thing about Chip. He was very fashion conscious for a dude, I thought. He had a whole bunch of matching outfits for class and he had more shoes than I had ever seen in a dude's closet. I mean Imelda Marcos would have been envious! Chip was a very good roommate. Even when he wasn't bare-assed naked...

I have a couple more stories to share if you guys would like to hear them. I tend to be chatty when I share my experiences. Hope that is OK.

More PLEASE

 

[normguy1954]

I will tell a bit about some other roomies. Two from the first year and another who became a good friend and roomed with me and two others the second year. By sophomore year I had made friends and arranged to live with some of them, but that first year I was just thrown in with three other strangers. Chip, from an earlier story, and two guys who had transferred from a community college and were already juniors. They were friends from high school and kind of stuck together and even pledged the same fraternity. The one I will call "R" because I can't remember his full name. He was not real interesting to me, although I recall he did have great hair. Back in the early 70's guys had big hair, and his was very big. He had reddish pubes and a small cock and I do recall someone telling me they walked in one day and caught him jerking off. But I never had that pleasure.

His friend, though, was different. And why I can't remember his name now perplexes me cuz I sure remember what his cock looked like. I think of all of them his was the best. Not too big, not too small, perfectly shaped head. - what I would call a handsome penis. And he was so shy about showing it off it made me all that more interested in seeing it. He was kind of a cowboy type. Tight, straight jeans. Western shirts. Slicked- back hair. He was very pleasant and clean, but for some reason did not like to let his roomies see his wiener if he could help it.

We had a huge closet in the back room - the one that connected to the small bathroom. And he would try standing in there to change clothes and slip on his white jockeys. And like the guy in the first story, if he saw me watching it would almost start to get chubbed up. I was fortunate enough to often be there to see him try to stuff it down his shorts when getting dressed. I was maybe naive and shy back then, but I was no fool. Once I got the hang of where/when to spy on the fellas either naked or getting dressed I was right there as often as possible. I still can see this dude finishing drying off, standing in the closet with the door partly open, and quickly slipping his shorts up his muscular legs to his waste while trying to discreetly cram his big meat down the front. It was fun to watch. And sometimes he too must have known I was not there just by accident. But he was a very nice kid and I didn't fear his finding out I was a spectator on purpose.

Then there was Dave, my friend and roomie the second year. He was a rather small guy. Short in stature and in penis size. But he was one of the friendliest kids I met at school. He even invited me home for the weekend to visit his family several times. And Dave was also not shy about being naked in front of his mates. He surely didn't have the "show meat" the others had. But I could relate to him because I have a small cock too, and it seemed comforting to see another kid in that same boat who was comfortable with it. But he often would put on naked shows without even realizing it.

The way the rooms were situated in this dorm - the building was in the shape of a big "C" - the huge windows in the front rooms faced out overlooking the courtyard where the sidewalks were. We were on the second floor that year. And even though Dave would often walk into the front room after his shower and stand their naked while drying off, he would not stand near the window. He was always further back in the room where he was not visible from the outside, or at least he thought.

One time I was coming back from class and just happened to look up at our window and was surprised to see Dave in all his naked glory drying off. His little cock bouncing around and that goofy boyish grin on his face. Somehow just the way he was standing and the spot I was looking up from allowed me to see back toward the middle of our room.. It kind of made me laugh at the time. Dave showing his junk to anyone who was passing by. I did the same thing several more times on the days when I was returning from that class and knew it was Dave's shower time. But then I got to feeling guilty about it and had to tell him that he was visible from the sidewalk. He didn't seem to mind. He chuckled about it a bit. But I don't think he changed his habits all that much. And he still was often naked in the rooms when I was there too, so I still got to see a lot. I didn't have a lust for him as I did for the other guys. He wasn't really my type, but it was still pleasant to get to spend so much time with him naked and me fully dressed. I think it started my interest in CMNM stuff. I hope Dave is doing well today. He met a nice girl in one of his classes and I know they married. But I lost track of them years ago.

 

[ceejmaster]

Does anyone have any true stories of any action with your college roommate? instead of just looking?

 

[jjonn3]

I had a college roommate my Sophomore year... the dorm was single sex by wing - so you could walk down the hall in just shorts or a towel - but there was enough co-ed traffic that you made sure to cover up. The dorm rooms were one room with 2 beds - 2 closets and 2 desks - so there was no privacy at all. Bathrooms were down the hall with a couple of stalls - urinals - sinks and an open shower that if memory serves could take 8 guys at once.

My main interests were the college radio station and the bar / pizza joint just off campus. Somehow they put me with a phys ed major on the wrestling team. We had nothing in common but damn did he look good when changing or in the shower! He would have freaked if he knew how many times I jacked off after he changed and left the room in the morning!

For the first week or so I was real careful - jacked in the morning only after he went to class or at night down the hall in the bathroom. By the second week I noticed the smell of cum and his trash can full of Kleenex - so I knew despite his being super conservative he was human.... after the second weekend when his high school girlfriend came to visit and there were used rubbers in the trash I knew he was not only human but did not really think much or he would have taken out the trash!

Then came the day a couple months into being roommates when I forgot my Psych book so I went back to the room after lunch - something I never did - and there he was - naked as the day he was born kneeling in front of his bed which was covered with Club, Penthouse, Oui, etc - jacking off.

We both froze. Here is where I wish I could tell you it was a hot sex story - but I was completely closeted and way to scared to make a move - I just said "Sorry I forgot my books" got them and left - although I was looking at him the whole time. Funny but that night he did remember to empty his trash - or maybe he was so freaked he did not finish. We avoided each other for the next couple of days - he left early - I got in late - and nothing was ever said about it again.

But at least I knew I was safe - if he ever caught me I knew he would not dare tell anyone.

 

[latinyouth24]

I have 2 stories. My Freshmen year, my roommate was a tall 6'8 white guy. I thought he was ugly but the girls loved him. I'm mostly in to girls but one night, when I told him I was sleeping over another buddies dorm, I walked back to get my phone charger. When I walked in, he was laid spread out sleeping with no blankets and naked. I saw his long thin cock and I totally admired it since mine isn't as long. Was kinda hot.

Another roommate 2 years later used to jack off a lot. Caught him once in the room under the blankets but I could never confirm. One night I found a washcloth in our waste basket. Picked it up and opened it and there was some warm cum. The towel was still hot. I was glad to find out I wasn't the only one jacking off in that room.

I miss the college days. I used to be able to see through the glass doors while we all showered. Loved sniffing underwear that other guys left behind or the panties the girls left in the laundry room.