Rooming with Mark

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Hello there. My name is Gilroy. I never liked that name, so everyone just calls me G. I’m 18 and just starting college. I’m from a small town in Ohio, but I applied and got accepted to a university in Texas. It wasn’t my top choice, but I really just wanted to get as far away from this shithole as I could manage. Which is typically what most teenagers and young adults want to do when they turn 18.

Even though I wanted this, I was still nervous about starting someplace new so far from my friends and family. I had a girlfriend until recently, so I was still recovering from that. We had dated for 2 years. We loved each other very much, but I was moving to Texas for school and she got accepted to a school in New York. We both agreed long distance wouldn’t work, so we decided to just part amicably and go our separate ways. I still think it was the right thing to do given the circumstances, but I still missed her terribly.

So at the end of a work-filled summer, I packed my stuff in the car, hugged my family, and started the long trek to Texas. After two and a half boring days, I finally made it. New school, new town, new friends. I was still nervous, but mostly excited now.

I was hoping to find an apartment close to campus, but that would not be an option for a while. New students were required to stay in the dorms on the grounds for the first year of schooling. Then you have the option of living off-campus from your second year on. It’s dumb, but it is what it is. I find my dorm hall finally. I park my car in my assigned spot and take some of my stuff to my room. It’s on the 3rd floor and I didn’t see an elevator. So stairs it is. Great.

I finally find my room. The door was already open and someone was unpacking his stuff on one of the beds. He turns and sees me try to shuffle in with some of my stuff.

“You must be Gilroy. Here, let me help.”

Before I say anything, he reaches over and grabs 2 of my bags I lugged up and sets them on the empty bed. I follow his lead and throw the rest of my bags down.

“Thanks. Call me G, by the way.”

I reach out my hand to him. He meets my hand with his for a firm handshake.

“Mark.” He says as a warm, welcoming smile breaks out across his face. There was something about that smile that made me smile back. It was almost….infectious.

“Looks like we’re roomies.” Mark said, bringing me back to reality. “Is that all your stuff?”

“No.” I replied. “I have one more trip to make. Maybe two.”

“I’ll give you a hand if you like.” Mark offered.

“Thanks, man. That would be great.”

We both head down to my car, chatting along the way. He tells me a little about himself. He’s from Texas, just a few hours from here. He’s an Engineering major and it’s also his first semester in college. I tell him a little about me as we carry my bags into the hall. How I’m from Ohio, I’m majoring in Sound Technology (this school had one of the best programs for it, which is one of the reasons I picked it other than it being far away from home.)

We make it up to our room and drop all the bags at the foot of my bed when I say, “Thanks alot, Mark. Appreciate it.”

“No sweat, G.” He replied. “I was thinking of checking out the cafeteria. I’m pretty hungry. Want to tag along? Maybe tour around the campus?”

“Sure. I could eat.” I said. I was going to unpack everything before I checked out the rest of the school, but there was something about Mark that made me want to be around him more than I wanted to unpack.

So we head to the cafeteria and grab some food. We sit down to eat and chat some more. We talk about our high schools, friends, çankaya escort hobbies. Then we talk about our love lives, or lack there of. I tell Mark about how my ex that I was crazy about and how we had to split since we’re both a few thousand miles apart. He said he could relate. He had a serious girlfriend he broke up with about halfway through his senior year, so he understood what I was going through.

“Don’t worry, G. It will get better.” He gives me a soft pat on my back and says, “I promise.” He breaks out another smile.

“Thanks, Mark.” I couldn’t help but smile back. Damn it, what is with me and this damn smile?

We clean all the stuff off the table and head out to check out the rest of the campus. We see the other dorm halls, all the different buildings we’ll have to go to for our classes, and the gym. Mark and I talked some more along the way, just joking around and shooting the shit. It turns out I really liked talking to Mark. We just clicked, you know? It’s like there was no effort needed. He was really easy to talk to and get along with.

After driving, unloading, eating, and touring, the day just flew by. It was already evening when we headed back to our dorm. When we got there, there were 2 guys our age standing close to our door talking. When we got close, they said what’s up and introduced themselves as Sam and Alan. We said hello and gave them our names too. They said they were in the next room over and were heading out to go check out a party.

“Did y’all want to go with us?” Sam asked.

Mark and I looked at each other and shrugged. It was a Friday and our first classes didn’t start until Monday morning. So what the hell.

I just replied, “Yeah, sure. I’m going to head in and change first.”

“Yeah, I think I’ll do the same.” Mark added.

“Cool.” Alan said. “We can just wait for you in the lobby. We’ll head there together.”

Mark and I agreed and headed into our room as Sam and Alan headed downstairs. Once we got into our room, Mark and I started digging through our bags for clothes to wear tonight. Mark found his first and started stripping off his clothes right in front of me.

I casually looked over at him as he undressed. I convinced myself it was simple curiosity. I looked at him without a shirt and I just stopped in my tracks. All I could think was DAMN. He clearly took care of himself. Toned abs and solid muscular frame. Best I could describe his body now is like Chris Evans in the first Captain America movie, but his arms weren’t as big. I guess you could tell he was really fit when he had his shirt on, but I didn’t really notice before. But now that I see him shirtless, all I could do was notice. My thoughts soon progressed to his bottom half, wondering what his cock was like. I secretly hoped he was changing his pants and underwear too, hoping I could steal a glance at what he was packing down there.

‘What was going on with me?’ I thought. I’ve been straight my whole life. I’ve always been very attracted to women. Never really gave guys a serious thought. I was a little curious in middle school, but it was a thought that passed quickly. Now I meet this guy today and after only a few hours, I’m checking him out? I’m picturing him naked?

“G? Yo, G, you good?” Mark asked me, a little concerned.

I snapped out of it. Apparently I completely spaced out while I was staring at him, and I was caught red-handed.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.” Was all I managed to say. I just turned around and started changing my clothes. I didn’t check to see if he was still staring at me or just as embarrassed as I was. I didn’t dare keçiören escort look. Way to go, idiot.

After we changed, we head out of our room and down to the lobby to meet Sam and Alan. It was only a few blocks away, so we decided to walk there. We were chatting with Sam and Alan and they seemed pretty cool. Really chill guys. I liked them, but not as much as Mark. And that thought scared me.

We got to the party. Some kids going to the college rented a house off-campus and decided to have a rager for new and returning students. Worked for us. We head inside and grabbed some beers and got started on our night out.

We were drinking pretty casually. Sam and Alan headed off talking to other people at the party. Sam was talking to some guy and Alan was talking to a girl, I imagine he was trying to get laid. I still wasn’t in the right state of mind to talk to any girls, so I kept myself at a distance. Mark stayed close to me most of the night. He didn’t try to pick up anyone, which I found odd at first, but quickly shrugged it off. Plus I wasn’t really complaining. I enjoyed Mark’s company. Alot. Maybe too much….

Soon we found the beer pong table and started playing. Mark and I teamed up of course. We played several games, winning most of them. After the third game, we were pretty buzzed. After number 7, we were quite drunk. By that point, it was getting late. The booze hit me hard and all I could think about was laying in my bed.

I told Mark I’m going to head back to the dorm. He drunkenly replied, “I’ll go with you too, man. I should call it quits for tonight anyway.”

We track down Sam, who was getting pretty close with the same guy he was talking to before. Touching each other alot, whispering in each other’s ears, laughing. But I was so drunk, I thought nothing of it.

“We’re heading back to our room.” I say, slurring a little. “You staying?

“Yeah.” Sam replies. “I’m having a good time here. I saw Alan go upstairs with a girl, so I don’t think he’s leaving yet either.”

“Okay, we’ll see you guys later.” Mark said.

Sam just nods and goes back to talking to that guy, getting chummy again. Now Sam’s hand is on this guy’s leg. Again, I think nothing of it.

Mark and I stumble out of the door and start walking toward our dorm hall. We were walking funny, being loud, laughing. Just being stereotypical drunk college jackasses. We somehow manage to get to our dorm and up 3 flights of stairs to our room. It took longer than I’d like to admit to get our key in the nob and unlock the door, but when we finally did, we came crashing into the room, both of us falling down onto the floor on top of each other like the drunk idiots we were.

We were both laying on the floor laughing, him on top of me. Even as drunk as I was, I swear I felt something hard pushing on my leg. It got my attention right away. Before I could figure out what it was, Mark got off of me and crawled onto his bed. I felt too drunk to make it to my bed across the room, so I just crawled onto Mark’s bed, which was right next to the door. He didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he helped me and sat me right next to him on his bed. We were really close now, our legs touching. The contact got me excited. I felt my cock swelling a little.

“Today was fun.” Mark said.

“Yeah, for real.” I replied.

I look over at Mark and he’s looking back at me. We say nothing else. We just stare at each other for a few seconds. I see him look at my lips. I look at his. I think we both knew where this was headed. It was like we both had the same thought: Why fight it?

We looked at each etimesgut escort other again, leaned in, and our lips met. We attacked each other’s mouths, kissing hard and our tongues dancing together wildly. I moaned into his mouth and he moaned into mine. My hands moved all over his body. I wanted to feel him. I needed to.

Mark broke the kiss to remove my shirt. I didn’t object. I wanted him to. He then removed his. I was too drunk and filled with lust to take in the sight of his toned body again. I just attacked his lips again, and Mark eagerly accepted. He pushed me onto my back, kissing me passionately. He started unbuttoning my pants. I did the same to him, excited beyond belief to see his cock. To touch it.

We got our jeans loosened and Mark stood up to take his pants and boxers off in one move. I did the same as I laid on the bed and couldn’t get my pants and boxers off fast enough. Mark actually grabbed my pants and pulled them off the rest of the way and chucked them across the room. We took a few seconds to look at each other, look at our naked bodies. I now finally got to see him. Even drunk, I drank in every inch of him. I stared at his cock, sticking up, hard as can be with a hint of pre-cum on the tip. He looked at me, flashed me a wicked smile, and jumped on top of me and resumed kissing me.

He positioned himself in between my legs. I instinctively opened my legs up and allowed him in, our naked cocks grinding together. I groped his ass with both my hands, pulling our cocks closer together. We were grinding into each other, moaning and kissing like madmen. I don’t think either of us could possibly be any harder at that moment.

Mark broke our kiss. I was about to protest before he sat up, swung around and took my hard cock into his warm mouth. The pleasure was so immense, I swear I went cross-eyed. He devoured most of my hard cock right away, sucking hard and fast. My moans were much louder now. It didn’t cross my drunk mind at all that someone could hear us.

Once I composed myself, I noticed Mark’s cock was just a few inches from my face. I didn’t think twice. I took ahold of it and immediately slid it into my mouth. Mark paused momentarily when I did that, moaning onto my cock. Then he went right back to sucking me. There we were, in a 69 on his bed. We were both so drunk and horny, we didn’t care about anything else but each other’s cocks in our mouths. I know I certainly didn’t.

As much as I was enjoying this, I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. I wanted to warn Mark I was about to cum, but I didn’t dare take his cock out of my mouth to warn him. I wanted it in my mouth where it belonged.

I moaned loudly against his cock as I started cumming into Mark’s mouth. Mark must’ve been expecting it or was too in the moment to care, but he kept his mouth on my cock, swallowing all I had to give him. This must’ve sent him over the edge, because I felt Mark’s cock swell in mouth only a few seconds later as he shot rope after rope of hot cum into my mouth. I returned the favor and swallowed every drop. It was alot, but I wasn’t going to let any of it go to waste.

After we both drained each other’s cocks and calmed down, we slipped our cocks from our mouths. Mark flipped back over and kissed me once again, letting us taste each other’s cum.

After kissing for a minute or two, Mark collapsed next to me on his bed. We were both breathing a little heavy. We didn’t say anything. Maybe nothing needed to be said. We just laid there, taking in what we just did as we both drifted off to sleep.

Hey guys! Thanks for reading. If there are any returning readers here, I just wanted to say sorry for taking so long to start a new story. Life got in the way again. But I’m back! I’ll start working on the next part as soon as I can. Hopefully this will be the start of another series that all of you can enjoy. Let me know what you think in the comments.

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