steelejock05
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My name is Zac Cade. I just turned 18, and started college this year as a Freshmen at the state UniversiZac. It was a last minute thing, and I couldn’t find a roommate, so I had to gamble on pot luck not to get some weirdo or bookworm to have to room with. When I got to the dorm on move-in day, I was more nervous about who my roommate would be than the college experience itself. And man, was I ever in for a surprise.
I guess I should take a step back and tell you about myself. I grew up in a rural town in the middle of nowhere, working on farms and outdoors like everyone else. Around middle-school age, I realized that I had an interest in guys as well as girls. Here lately, I have been leaning more towards the guys. As for my physical description, I am about 5’11, athletically built from a combination of football, wrestling, and hard work. I am one of those rare color combinations; blonde with tan skin. I have green eyes, and my hair is wavy and kept shaggy around my ears like a lot of guys nowadays. I’m not ashamed to say that I can jack off just looking at my own body. After all, I put a lot of hard work into it. I am not overly muscular, but not fat either. My chest is defined, with nipples that seem to always stay soft and round. I have a vague six pack. My legs are sculpted but white as a sheet from the knees up. And as for my dick, I’m around 7” uncut with close cropped dark brown pubes.
Now that that is out of the way, on with the story. I was unpacking my things in the dorm room when I heard the door behind me open. I turned around and tried not to act surprised at what I saw. The boy standing in the doorway had to be one of the most perfect specimens I had ever seen. You could tell he was pure country, with a ragged grey t-shirt, worn-out jeans, and scuffed up boots. His hair was close cut blond, and you could tell he had a naturally pale complexion that had been tanned from outdoor work. Even through his clothes, his body looked like it belonged to an Adonis, chiseled from hard rock. I tried to act normal and introduced myself.
“Hi,” I said, “I’m Zac.”
“Nice to meet you, “the beautiful boy said smiling, revealing white teeth perfectly spaced, “I’m Kevin.”
He threw a bag on the vacant bed beside me and shook my hand. His hands felt rough and firm, and a shock went up my arm and through my body, ending in a tingling sensation in my balls. “So I guess we’re roommates,” I said, trying to think of a cool thing to say. “ Looks like it,” Kevin said, “and I’m glad, man I gotta tell you I was nervous I would get some dork.” We both laughed and I could feel my face turning red, probably fed by my racing heart. I turned away and resumed unpacking while Kevin left the room to go back to his truck for more stuff.
After we finished unpacking, we sat on the beds and talked about ourselves, getting to each other in preparation for our living together for the next year. Kevin told me he was from a farm too, in a neighboring counZac, and that he also played football and lifted weights during school. He was single, having just broken up with his longtime girlfriend, and was looking forward to playing the field at college. After talking for awhile, Kevin got up and walked over to his closet.
“Well man,” he said as he opened the top drawer, “I think I’m gonna go check out the gym, see how the weight room looks.” With that he unashamedly reached down and pulled his shirt over his head. I stared wide eyed as the shirt covered his eyes, mesmerized at what I saw. His uplifted arms stretched the tanned skin on his torso, straining over a rock hard six pack. The jeans sagged just enough to reveal a Hanes classics waistband that had to belong to boxer briefs, and there was an inch high band of pale flesh around the top. His navel was taught and under it a tiny wisp of blond hair ran into his pants. As he pulled the shirt higher, his chest revealed tiny, hard nipples and a chest that looked like it could double as a cinder block, and his sculpted arms were raised in such a way that blond tuffs of hair could be seen in his pits.
I barely caught a wiff of his Axe deodorant, and was instantly glad for having been in a sitting position, as I would probably have gone weak in the knees. Now shirtless, he undid his belt and let his jeans drop. I tried desperately not to stare, hoping he wouldn’t look my way as he stepped out of the pants. His movements caused a visible bulge in the front of his boxer briefs, and I could make out his dick falling to one side over his balls as he raised his powerful legs. It has to be at least six inches soft, and I could make out the vague imprint of his dick head as it slightly strained the thin fabric. Then he shook each foot as if to stretch out his now freed lower limbs and reached for a pair of gym shorts. Next came a cut off ragged football t-shirt and he sat down to tie his running shoes.
“He Zac,” he said looking at me as I instantly cut my gaze to the wall, “you wanna come?”
“Uh…maybe,” I stammered, “I might see ya in there. Maybe I’ll start out with some cardio, I here they have a real nice lap pool in the basement.”
“OK,” he said, “just meet up with me if u wanna.” He turned to leave the room, and as the door shut I collapsed backwards on the bed, trying to catch my breath and clear my mind.
Outside the dorm room, Kevin shut the door and stood for a moment. A smile crossed his face as he thought about what he’d just done. He had felt the stares of his incredibly sexy roommate, and had purposefully shown off his perfect body. He wondered just how interested the tanned stud in the room was, and knew one thing for certain: this was going to be one hell of a semester.
I guess I should take a step back and tell you about myself. I grew up in a rural town in the middle of nowhere, working on farms and outdoors like everyone else. Around middle-school age, I realized that I had an interest in guys as well as girls. Here lately, I have been leaning more towards the guys. As for my physical description, I am about 5’11, athletically built from a combination of football, wrestling, and hard work. I am one of those rare color combinations; blonde with tan skin. I have green eyes, and my hair is wavy and kept shaggy around my ears like a lot of guys nowadays. I’m not ashamed to say that I can jack off just looking at my own body. After all, I put a lot of hard work into it. I am not overly muscular, but not fat either. My chest is defined, with nipples that seem to always stay soft and round. I have a vague six pack. My legs are sculpted but white as a sheet from the knees up. And as for my dick, I’m around 7” uncut with close cropped dark brown pubes.
Now that that is out of the way, on with the story. I was unpacking my things in the dorm room when I heard the door behind me open. I turned around and tried not to act surprised at what I saw. The boy standing in the doorway had to be one of the most perfect specimens I had ever seen. You could tell he was pure country, with a ragged grey t-shirt, worn-out jeans, and scuffed up boots. His hair was close cut blond, and you could tell he had a naturally pale complexion that had been tanned from outdoor work. Even through his clothes, his body looked like it belonged to an Adonis, chiseled from hard rock. I tried to act normal and introduced myself.
“Hi,” I said, “I’m Zac.”
“Nice to meet you, “the beautiful boy said smiling, revealing white teeth perfectly spaced, “I’m Kevin.”
He threw a bag on the vacant bed beside me and shook my hand. His hands felt rough and firm, and a shock went up my arm and through my body, ending in a tingling sensation in my balls. “So I guess we’re roommates,” I said, trying to think of a cool thing to say. “ Looks like it,” Kevin said, “and I’m glad, man I gotta tell you I was nervous I would get some dork.” We both laughed and I could feel my face turning red, probably fed by my racing heart. I turned away and resumed unpacking while Kevin left the room to go back to his truck for more stuff.
After we finished unpacking, we sat on the beds and talked about ourselves, getting to each other in preparation for our living together for the next year. Kevin told me he was from a farm too, in a neighboring counZac, and that he also played football and lifted weights during school. He was single, having just broken up with his longtime girlfriend, and was looking forward to playing the field at college. After talking for awhile, Kevin got up and walked over to his closet.
“Well man,” he said as he opened the top drawer, “I think I’m gonna go check out the gym, see how the weight room looks.” With that he unashamedly reached down and pulled his shirt over his head. I stared wide eyed as the shirt covered his eyes, mesmerized at what I saw. His uplifted arms stretched the tanned skin on his torso, straining over a rock hard six pack. The jeans sagged just enough to reveal a Hanes classics waistband that had to belong to boxer briefs, and there was an inch high band of pale flesh around the top. His navel was taught and under it a tiny wisp of blond hair ran into his pants. As he pulled the shirt higher, his chest revealed tiny, hard nipples and a chest that looked like it could double as a cinder block, and his sculpted arms were raised in such a way that blond tuffs of hair could be seen in his pits.
I barely caught a wiff of his Axe deodorant, and was instantly glad for having been in a sitting position, as I would probably have gone weak in the knees. Now shirtless, he undid his belt and let his jeans drop. I tried desperately not to stare, hoping he wouldn’t look my way as he stepped out of the pants. His movements caused a visible bulge in the front of his boxer briefs, and I could make out his dick falling to one side over his balls as he raised his powerful legs. It has to be at least six inches soft, and I could make out the vague imprint of his dick head as it slightly strained the thin fabric. Then he shook each foot as if to stretch out his now freed lower limbs and reached for a pair of gym shorts. Next came a cut off ragged football t-shirt and he sat down to tie his running shoes.
“He Zac,” he said looking at me as I instantly cut my gaze to the wall, “you wanna come?”
“Uh…maybe,” I stammered, “I might see ya in there. Maybe I’ll start out with some cardio, I here they have a real nice lap pool in the basement.”
“OK,” he said, “just meet up with me if u wanna.” He turned to leave the room, and as the door shut I collapsed backwards on the bed, trying to catch my breath and clear my mind.
Outside the dorm room, Kevin shut the door and stood for a moment. A smile crossed his face as he thought about what he’d just done. He had felt the stares of his incredibly sexy roommate, and had purposefully shown off his perfect body. He wondered just how interested the tanned stud in the room was, and knew one thing for certain: this was going to be one hell of a semester.























