Room 203: the new college experience

[applesauce92]

Well let’s give this a try........

Room 203​

My life seemed to flash before my eyes as I walked up the marble stairs to my new dorm room. Not in the, I’m dying, sense but in the how did I miss it all, how did I get to this point in my life. For a moment I paused.

“Are you ok, honey?” my mom asked from behind a stack of blankets right behind me.

“Yes, I’m excellent. I finally made it. I’m here,” I replied with a huge smile. My mom simply returned the smile peering around the stack.

“I’m so proud of you, honey,” she just stood there smiling up at me. I was the first in my entire family to reach this point. And that’s saying something considering I’m the youngest of four. “Now if you don’t mind we have quite a bit to unpack.” She added breaking the silence between us.

Throughout my life my mom had been the closet person to me. She had been there through thick and thin. So when I told her I was gay it was no problem. It was moving all the way to New York to go to a performing arts college that was the big problem. At first she was all for it. Then I got my acceptance letter. It was the thought of losing her baby that got her. Finally I convinced her to let go. Told her I had to spread my wings and all that bull.

So here we were tracking our way through the crowded halls of American Academy for the Performing Arts. The fall semester was just starting so the halls were jammed with families moving new students in. At one point I had to lift the boxes I was carrying straight over my head and squeeze through the crowd. Finally we made it to my room. Room 203. The place I would be spending the most of the next four years.

“Are you ready?” I asked my mom dropping the boxes and pulling out the key.

“Are you?” she smiled.

“As ready as I can be,” I turned to the door reaching for the door knob when it suddenly sprang open. I paused not realizing what had just happened. A tall slim guy was standing in the open doorway. His skin was a caramel color. He reached at least six feet. His face was smooth and he wore a huge grin. But my eyes were fixed where the doorknob had just been a few moments ago, which so happens had been replaced by his knob. My hand still outstretched towards it.

“Hey,” he said taking my hand playing it off, making it look like a friendly, rather than perverted gesture. “You must be Keith,” his voice was captivating. It invited you into a conversation while simultaneously taking away all chances of speech.

“Umm…” I stuttered. “Yup, I’m… I’m Keith,” I finally got out as he let go of my hand. It wasn’t until then that I even realized he had been holding onto it.

“I’m Michael, let me help u with those.” He added to my mom taking the blankets form her.

“Oh, thank you,” she seemed to be having the same reaction to my new roommate as I was. Michael crossed the room neatly piling my things on one of the beds. While he had his back turned my mom and I exchanged surprised looks at the current situation.

“You can have whichever bed you want, I haven’t even started unpacking because I wasn’t sure which one to take.” He said indicating a small stack of boxes in the middle of the room.

“Oh, it doesn’t matter to me,” I answered dropping my things into a chair.

“Well then,” he said turning his back to us considering each bed in turn, “how about we go get the rest of your things and we can discuss this after?”

With the help of Michael it took only about ten minutes to get everything up to the room. Mom and I barely had to carry anything. I couldn’t help but to stare in awe as Michael easily lifted my belongings over his head and maneuvered through the crowded hallways. He didn’t look that strong. He had the look of an underweight teenager. But I couldn’t peel my eyes away from his rippling muscles as he carried my stereo into the room.

“Well I think that’s it,” my mom said laying my last suitcase on the pile of my things.

“Well, that wasn’t too bad,” Michael joked wiping sweat from his brow.

“Walk me back to the car.” My mom said to me. I followed her out of the room. She locked her arm in my elbow saying, “Well, he’s a hottie,”

I didn’t know which was worse my mom hitting on a guy the same age as I am or the fact she just used the word hottie? I just answered with a laugh. We walked across the courtyard, arm in arm, laughing and joking like we never had before.

Finally it was time for goodbyes. I had to be one of the hardest things I had ever done. I promised to be good and that the first chance I got I would come home to visit. We sat out in the car for a good hour, not wanting to part. When we did say good bye it was with her crying and me fighting back tears. I felt like I was in kindergarten again. She pulled off and I stood on the curb waving until I couldn’t see her anymore.

I turned back to my new life. Taking a deep breath I marched back up the stairs to Room 203. The site that greeted me as I reentered the room was, more than enough to drive my mother out of my head. Standing just beyond the door was Michael.

It was obvious he had just gotten out of the showers and back to the room mere moments before I had. He was standing right on the other side of the door, wearing only a towel. He was listening to a pair of headphones and was dancing slightly. He didn’t hear me come in.

I watched in awe as he dropped the towel to the floor exposing his smooth butt. I stared as he danced around to some unknown song. He kept his back to me, but I did happen to get a few short glimpses at the good on the opposite side. He seemed to be completely hairless. He had a dark mole on his left butt cheek. There was a pale birth mark on his lower back that reminded me of Italy.

For a few moments I stood with my back against the door hoping that he wouldn’t think I was weird if he turned around to see me watching him. So in a silent rush I pulled open the door and stepped out. I took a few deep breaths praying that my member wasn’t protruding through my lose jeans.

“Everything okay?” the guy across the hall asked spotting me.

“Yea, I’m fine,” I answered honestly. I turned and reopened the door; this time making enough noise that he would hear me. And he did but, he did nothing to hide his body.

“Hey Keith,” he said keeping his back to me.

“Hey,” I said crossing the beds. I watched as he bent over to dig out some shorts. I felt my member straining to stay in my underwear.

Finally he turned….

[to be continued]​

 

[vampsrock1992]

awsome story caint wait to read more.

 

[seanystarr]

Very promising start.....more soon please!

 

[Shattereddreams]

Wow !!!!! Great beggining ! Can't wait to read more

 

[Autolycus]

A promising start! Thanks for your contribution to the story board.

 

[rocabar]

Wow! Sounds like fun- hope to read the next instalment soon.

 

[Craiger]

I want to go back to college............everyone is writing such great stories about school and their roommates. It brings back some very exciting memories for me. Great beginning, Applesauce92. Anticipating your new updates about Keith and Michael.

Craiger

 

[applesauce92]

Part 2​

It was massive. Probably the biggest I’ve seen up close. Not saying that I have seen many this close before. Actually now that I think about it this is the only one I’ve been this close to. I wondered how he kept something like this from everyone knowing about it. I couldn’t stop myself from staring. But I wasn’t the only one.

I look to my left to see Michael sitting in the desk next to me with the same expression on his face. He stared in shock at the front of the class room where Mr. King, our stage combat teacher, stood. In his hand he held a thick purple leash. Attached to the other end of the leash was the last thing you would expect to see in a class room. An elephant.

Now I know what you’re probably thinking, u wanted to know what happened yesterday with me and Michael. Am I right? Well the thing is, nothing happened. I got so flustered that when he turned around so did I. I didn’t even get a glimpse of the goods. I was so disappointed, as you may be too, but hey I’ll be living with the guy for the next four years. There will be plenty of time.

So here we were the first day of classes. I walk into my only morning class, stage combat. I expected to see a bunch of tired faces, all trying not to fall asleep. But that would be normal only in a normal school. Everyone here has proven themselves, true performing artists. We act like we’ve known each other of the longest time. Everyone here is always wide awake and performing in some way or another.

But instead I walk into class to find the desks all lining the walls leaving the middle of the floor wide open. The walls were mirrored like in a dance studio. I was bent over my desk taking out my laptop when a hand slapped my ass. I sprang up ready to hit someone when I noticed Michael sitting to my left with a grin.
“calm down princess,” he laughed putting his hands up.

“I thought that was someone else.” I laughed. I was suddenly turned on by the fact that Michael had touched my butt.

“Why didn’t you wake me up this morning?” he asked.

The real reason was because he was really cute when he slept and I didn’t want to disturb that. But I couldn’t tell him that, so I went with, “I thought you had later classes.” It was a reasonable explanation.
“Well maybe we should have compared classes,”

I opened my mouth to reply when the elephant entered the room. Literally. The professor really walked into the room dragging an elephant behind him. When asked why he had an elephant he would play stupid and pretend like there was no elephant. Eventually we stopped asking. Class went like a normal first day would. He explained everything we will be doing, what he expected of us as a class and everything else. By the end of the class I had all but forgotten the elephant. Professor King dismissed class and led the way out of the door.

Walking across the courtyard I realized that had been following the elephant and had gotten lost. I looked around to see if I recognized anything. Everything was oddly strange. It was a pretty big campus and people have talked about getting lost.

“Are we lost?” the question startled me and I jumped. “Wow, you’re a really jumpy one, aren’t you?” it was Michael.

“Holy shit, you scared me!” I replied turning to face him. He had a big smile on his face that showed off his amazing teeth.

“Good, now where to next?” he asked.

“Well, I was headed back to the dorm. I don’t have classes for another few hours.”

“Well then, you’re not going back to the room. You’re coming with me,” with that he held out his hand for mine. I looked down at it. “Come on, it’s not going to bite you.”

I took his hand. It was soft and warm. I looked up at his face and he was smiling. I smiled back. He then took off at a fast pace towards a building I have never been inside, dragging me behind him.
“Where are we going?” I asked.

“Just trust me,” he replied looking back at me. And I did.

A few minutes later we were standing on a dark stage, the only light coming from a flashlight Michael had found. I stood in, what I thought was center stage, as he searched for a light. Soon the stage was lit by a harsh glow of the over head lights. He dimmed them so it was barley possible to see before he joined me on the stage.

“Why am I surprised at the number of stages this place has?” I making my way down stage.
“Well, it is what this place is known for,” he said as we sat together at the edge of the stage. “Toast?” it was an odd question but I looked over and he was holding a lunchbox in one hand and a piece of toast in towards me in the other.

“Thanks,” I said taking it from him. We sat there talking for almost an hour, and with each passing minute he seemed to scoot closer and closer. Finally we were sitting so close our arms touched. That contact of skin was more than enough to make me wish for something more. I look up into his eyes and practically melted.

“So,” He said. Leaving it hang in the air. I leaned a bit closer to him. He leaned in. Our lips met. It was like magic. His big lips engulfed mine as he pushed in closer.

My lips were split by his tongue. It felt warm against my lips. The thought of his mouth on mine sent chills down my back. My hands reached out and landed on his chest. The toned muscle flexed slightly. He pushed forward and I lay back. He climbed up and straddled my hips. Our lips never separated, even as he reached down to the button of my pants. He pulled the button free and reached down the front of my pants.

“Wow, someone’s excited,” he laughed. I loved that laugh. He pulled at the elastic of my boxers exposing the head of my enlarged member. He kissed me again with one hand down my pants.

It was a sudden and cruel ending to my few minutes in heaven when the spot light turned on pointed directly at us. “Party’s over,” Michael whispered to me buttoning back up my pant. He grabbed my hand and pulled me back up. Hand in hand we raced off stage and out of the building, hoping that the person behind the spotlight hadn’t seen us.

 

[62624rd]

sound like this might be an interesting story, hope that you post more

 

[vampsrock1992]

Hope You Post More. It Sucks That They Had To Leave.

 

[pe_gay89]

Very promising start for Keith and Michael. I'd love to read more!

 

[applesauce92]

sorry i havent been posting.. been a little busy with the holidays!!! funfun but i got something u migth like in store!!!

 

[applesauce92]

merry christmas all!!! hope u enloy read as much as i did writing and should be able to post much more soon!!!

Part 3 ​

For the next week Michael seemed to avoid me, which when u come to think about it, wouldn’t be an easy thing to do. In class he would still sit next to me but wouldn’t say anything. He didn’t try to hang out between classes, he would leave the dorm room if I came in and wouldn’t come back till after I had left or was asleep. And he defiantly did everything to avoid the subject of our little adventure. So I let sleeping dogs lay, thinking nothing was going to come from that few minutes onstage.

So I moved on. I was never going to forget that morning with Michael but since I wasn’t getting him I had to find a way to release a little pressure. And for a while it was with myself that I found pleasure and release. Over the weeks I had discovered quite a few private places to take a moment and just think. Like the pool in the corner of campus.

It was here that I met Stephen. It had been a long day. I had failed a test in history and Michael was walking around the dorm room naked which helped no one.

Entering the locker room was like entering a safe haven no one was ever there and I could do anything I wanted. I went to my usual locker and stripped down to my tight fitting Speedo. I couldn’t find swimming trunks that fit me. I grabbed my towel and made my way to the shower. That’s when I knew I wasn’t alone. I could hear the a couple showers running. The steam had filled the entire place. But the thing that froze me in my tracks was the voice. He was singing. The words of Fireflies were barely audible over the splash of the water. I was instantly reminded of that scene from Glee. But here we didn’t have those privacy walls that kept everything hidden.

I quickly drew my towel around me and stepped into the showers. I didn’t stop to look but I knew he was naked. His singing stopped and he watched me walk past. Usually I shower before I enter the pool but I wasn’t going to be able to with him in there, so I walked straight to the pool. I dived in almost hoping he would follow me in.

Sure enough, he did. I was finishing my first lap when he entered the pool. He dived in on the opposite side. As I was heading towards him he stepped into my lane a few feet from the wall. I swam straight into him, knocking the breath out of both of us. I surfaced to see him standing against the wall with a smile on his face. I couldn’t help but to smile back as I said “Excuse me.”

He laughed. “But it is I that has disrupted your routine, good sir.”

“Does that work on… anyone really?” I asked suddenly taken in by his looks. He was barely taller than I was. His blonde hair hung in lose, wet curls around his face. The little of his body was perfectly toned.
“Umm… I’m not entirely sure, be sure to let me know.” He smiled again. I smiled back

“Hi I’m Keith,” I said holding my hand out above the water.

He took it. “Oh so it did work,” he joked. “Hi I’m Stephen, with a ph.”

“Well Stephen with a ph is there something I can do for you?” I asked taking note of how he held onto my hand. But I didn’t pull away.

“Umm… not yet, I just wanted to meet you. You look like a pretty cool guy.” He let go of my hand. “Well I’ll see you around,” he turned to leave. I watched as he climbed out of the pool. “Quit staring,” he laughed, without turning around.

“Well Stephen, with a ph, where can I find you to tell you if it worked?” I asked swimming along the wall as he made his way back to the showers.

“Oh, but I am here now.” He stopped walking and turned to me. He was wearing a pair of boxers that hugged his good nicely. At the angle I was looking up I could almost see up the leg of the boxers. It was apparent he hadn’t come in here to swim.

“So, did you come swimming just to meet me or do you usually wear your underwear in the pool?” I asked, looking up to his face.

“Umm… both maybe.” He answered. He sat down on the edge of the pool with his legs in the water on either side of me

“I see,” I said as he leaned over towards me. I couldn’t help myself. I barely knew the guy but, this seemed so right. I lifted myself towards his awaiting lips. His mouth was warm against mine. His breath tasted of spearmint toothpaste. I felt him pushing me back as he lowered himself into the water, his body pushing mine into deeper water. Our legs kicked around underwater as our hands explored the other’s body. It was pure adrenalin that kept me above the water.

He pulled his lips away from mine and looked at me with a terrible grin on his face. I leaned back in wanting to feel his lips on mine once again.

“Be patient young one, it shall pay off in the end,” that smile was what was keeping me afloat. He reached underwater and I could feel his hands tugging at the draw string of my tiny swim suit. I reached for the elastic around his waist to find he had done this part for me. Instead my hand bushed a small patch of pubes that he had kept well trimmed. I felt around for the goods as he slid my suit the rest of the way off. He put his lips back against mine as my hand wrapped around his tool.

I gently tugged at the penis in my hand and Stephen began to moan. He pushed harder against me and I began to struggle to stay up. So it was my turn to pull away. I smiled at him and beckoned him towards the wall. He followed. He placed his hands on my waist and helped me up onto the edge of the pool. He placed his head between my legs and wrapped a hand around my boner. He smiled up at me and I melted. I lay back on the rough ground as he began to gently lick my cock. Slowly he took my entire tool in his mouth making me moan loudly.

Now I am one of those guys who hate a hand on the back of my head, for any reason but, I couldn’t help myself. My hand slid easily though those curls. I arched my back each time his mouth slid down my shaft, moaning louder and louder.

Finally he backed off. I looked down to see his wet body sliding out of the water closer and closer to my face. He kissed each inch of my body as he made his way to my face. His lips stopped at my neck, his body pressed close to mine, pinning our cocks together on my stomach. I slid a hand down his back caressing his butt.

“I want you inside me,” he whispered in my ear, sliding his body further up mine. He sat up letting his boner prod around my bellybutton. Reaching behind him he pointed my cock straight up, lifting his ass towards it.

I almost came as he slid his tight hole over my uncovered cock. Now I am no virgin but there is a major difference between using a condom and bare backing it and this was much hotter. I closed my eyes as he bounced up and down. My hands found his cock bouncing around and began to jack him off as rode my cock.

He began to moan loudly and his breath came out in rasps; he was cumming. I opened my eyes to watch his silver seed shot all over my chest and stomach. I kept pumping my fist until every last drop of cum had exited his body. He leaned over resting his head on my cum covered chest, my dick still in his tight hole. I lifted my back from the floor pumping hard against his ass. He began to moan again as the movement of my hips began to increase. I could feel his teeth gently nibbling on my nipple, which turned me on even more.

“I’m going to cum,” I breathed. He pulled his body off and slid back towards the water. His mouth was once again around my cock draining me of everything, swallowing every drop of it.

Exhausted we laid there for another hour arms wrapped around one another, covered in each other’s seed. Finally we slipped back into the water to retrieve our clothes and went to the showers to wash up before heading back to the real world.

To be continued​

 

[vampsrock1992]

Wow. That Was Awsome. Was He Dreaming? THIS IS GETTING BETTER AND BETTER CAINT WAIT FOR ME.

 

[Craiger]

Now that was a fine Christmas present. Thanks Applesauce92! Michael doesn't know what he is missing... too bad for him.

Craiger

 

[applesauce92]

PART 4​

After my afternoon with Stephen I dreaded going back to the room to Michael. I had a strange feeling that he would know something had happened and that he would be upset. But it was I who would be upset by that afternoon’s activities. It seemed like I wasn’t the only one who had had some fun. Or so I had thought.

As I reached the door to our room Mark, the guy three doors down, came out of my room wearing nothing but a pair of Michael’s underwear. I knew they were Michael’s because it was the pair he sleeps in. The pair with the front button broken off, so as he lounged back in his bed with his knees up u could see right into the opening.

Mark smiled at me as he passed. He was carrying a pair of his pants in one hand and a plastic bag in the other. Hundreds of images flashed though my head as I entered the room. Michael was just exiting the little bathroom, only wearing a towel.

“Hey princess,” he smiled at me which, for some reason made me mad.

“Hey.” I replied throwing my bag across the room.

“Did Mark leave?” he asked pulling his long hair free of the pony tail and letting it fall around his shoulders.
“Umm… Yea… yea he did,” I stammered watching him gather his thing for a shower. I was turned on, but I completely hated him at this moment. It had to be jealousy. “I would appreciate it if u would do that in our room too.” I blurted out.

“Do what?” he asked not looking at me.

“We both know what happed between you two; it’s an insult to my intelligence to pretend nothing did.” I turned away from him.

“Dude, I really don’t know what you’re talking about,” he continued to play dumb.

Suddenly I was shouting. It was all nonsense but it felt good to just scream at him. I was jealous of what ever had just happened between him and Mark. I was angry he didn’t have the same feelings I did. Everything was just adding up and flowing from my mouth all at once. Not once did I turn around to look at him, and every time he tried to speak, I got louder.

When I did turn around he was right in front of me. I was still shouting. He placed a strong hand against my hip and kissed me. That stopped me dead in my tracks.

“Look, whatever you think happened between Mark and I, you’re wrong,” I opened my mouth to retort but, he shut me up with another kiss. This time it lingered a little longer. When he pulled away he continued, “He was wasted and locked out of him dorm. I invited him in to get him out of the halls. He sat on the floor as I called his roommate.”

“But he was wearing your boxers,” I cut in.

“That’s because he threw up all over the both of us. I gave him those and a pair of pants to change into while he waited. I told him to stay in the room until his roommate called back I had to wash the puke off me.” It made sense but could be a lie. But I believed him. “Did you really think I would do that to you?” I wasn’t entirely sure of what he meant but it felt right coming from his mouth. He leaned in a kissed me again.

“I’m sorry,” it was all I could say and it didn’t feel like enough.

“Come with me to the showers?” he asked scooting in closer putting his hand against my chest. “You can make it up to me there.”

And I did. I stripped down grabbed a towel and followed him down the hall to the community showers. There, he entered a stall and beckoned me to join him. All thoughts of Stephen left me in a flash. This is where I had wanted to be since I had met Michael.

He dropped his towel exposing his dark ass to me. He turned as I entered the stall with him; he reached behind me and closed the door. His lips found my neck, his hands found my ass. He pulled me closer but it didn’t feel right anymore. Images of Stephen began to creep forward.

What am I doing? This is what I’ve wanted since I got here, but what I had just had with Stephen was all that I could think of now, but didn’t want Michael to pull his lips away from my body. His soft full lips that were now exploring every inch of my body, his tongue circling my nipples, his hand on my butt, the warm water running down his bent body, the cold shower wall pressed against my back. I succumbed to it; there was no way I could fight. My body was already feeling weak, my legs shaking with anticipation of what was to come.

But it didn’t get much further than that; the shower next to our stall turned on and the occupant began to sing. Michael didn’t want to stop; he kept pushing forward, kissing me. But when the guy in the next stall asked to use his shampoo I figured it was time to go. It would give me a little time to decide between Michael and Stephen.

I quickly grabbed my towel and ran back to our room. Michael stayed back to wash up and release a little tension. I quickly tossed on some clothes and grabbed my backpack. I had to get away from everyone. So I went to the one place I could think of. The library.

To be continued​

 

[vampsrock1992]

awsome this story is getting soooo good that it isnt even funny.

 

[Craiger]

Oh oh! College libraries are notorious for............. Right now I'm liking Stephen with a ph a little more. Michael hasn't been very attentive to Keith up until now. And he didn't seem to mind that Keith left the shower without finishing what they had started. But, you are telling this story and I will look forward to your setting me straight in the next chapter..........lol

Craiger

 

[applesauce92]

so first of all thank you for all u comments i enjoy writin this i am pleased to see u guys enjoy reading it.... and second, im rereading it and feelin like its a lil one sided....soooo i have a kind od challenge for u all.... i want michael's stoy... but i have gotten to a point where i cant turn around and start over from a new point of view.... so heres the challenge if ur up to it.... my email is mrdouglas92@aol.com im lookin for some1 to write michael's side of the story.. tell how he got there and his feelings towards his new roomie
or u could even do stephen's side... where has he been this time why was he so willing to meet Keith? email me ur stories and when i find one i like ill post it up here!!! fun fun!!! and if and when i actually get this published ull be cut in.... lol if that happens.... but good luck!!!

 

[pe_gay89]

Wow, awesome stuff. I think I'm liking Stephen with a ph a bit more at this time, too.