So it went for the first few weeks of college. Vince and Travis were much too preoccupied by the new way of life to think about sex. But
each night, about the time they changed for bed, they would both feel something pulling at the back of their minds.
At first, it was a feeling like you wanted to snack on something. Vince invited Travis down to the 24-hour mart on campus to cure their
munchies. But no amount of snacking made it go away, and the alone time only made the feelings stronger.
Then, it became furtive glances in compromising positions. Vince found himself staring at Travis's crotch a lot. Travis saw quite a lot of
Vince's butt.
By the third week, they had quick thoughts of sex whenever they first saw each other, but these died down almost immediately. Neither
metioned anything and Vince blamed it on his recent dry spell.
The fourth week brought wet dreams of each other. Each would wake up to the alarm, look across the room at each other, then look
down in shame only to see pre stains on their sheets.
The fifth week was full of daydreams about each other and uneasiness in the shared room. By the sixth week, Vince and Travis were
masturbating to the thought of each other between classes.
The seventh week was the last straw. There was a band playing at a campus club and both boys were going to see them. Taking turns
in the bathroom, they couldn't help thinking about each other while they rubbed their bodies.
Vince was in the shower, rubbing his crotch and thinking about Travis, when said roommate realized he'd forgotten his watch on the
sink. He decided that a quick grab for the watch would be okay, besides, there was a curtain on the shower.
Travis opened the door quietly, not that Vince heard it in his little fantasy. He walked over to the sink and picked up the watch. While he
was putting it on, he heard the sound of soap squishing quickly as if...
"Oh, T-Travis," Vince moaned/whispered.
Travis couldn't believe his ears. Did Vince just moan his name while beating off in the shower? As if in answer, Vince moaned again,
audibly this time. Yep, no mistaking it, he was beating off to the thought of Travis.
The moans of his roommate made him instantly hard, so throbbingly erect that his jeans hurt him. He had to take them off. Then the
sight of his bulging boxers made him almost spill his load right there. He took his boxers off and sat on the toilet for relief.
"Hell," Travis thought, "We might as well fantasize about each other together."
The two were now mutually masturbating. Travis easily worked into the same rythm as Vince so that his strokes matched the squelches
he heard from the shower.
This paradise seemed to go on forever for Travis, but not long enough. Suddenly, the squishing got faster, faster, faster...stop. Before
Travis realized what was going on, the water was turned off and Vince stepped out, licking cum from his hand.
The two secret lovers stared at each other in shock for a long moment, then reacted at the same time. Vince pulled the curtain around
him, Travis tripped trying to pull his pants back up, and both started spouting excuses.
"I was just—"
"This isn't what—"
"My watch—"
"Playboy—"
"I thought—"
"I want you."
"What?" Travis asked. Vince had dropped the curtain and stood naked before him, gazing longingly into his eyes.
"I'm sorry, I don't know why, but ever since I met you I've wanted you."
"But you said—"
"I know, but there's just something about you that I've never felt for a guy before. I don't know what it is, but I know that I want you...Do
you want me?"
"Yes!" Travis exploded.
He dropped his pants and ran across the small bathroom to embrace Vince. The two hugged long and hard, their cocks rubbing against
each other. Travis was still very hard, not having been released, but Vince's was quickly getting erect again.
"Aw, look, I let myself get off before you even got a chance," Vince said, smiling playfully. "Well, take your shirt off and I'll help."
Travis giggled as Vince got down on his knees in front of him. He sniffed Travis's crotch and sighed at the musky scent. Even though
he had just showered, the lust and sex made Travis pump testosterone and adrenaline through his system, making him smell as horny
as he was.
Vince had never sucked dick before, had never even thought of it; but somehow this was just right for him. He started with a long, slow
lick up Travis's shaft. When he got to the head, he lightly suckled it and flicked his tongue at the slit. Travis moaned in soft approval
before Vince went to town. He took as much of the organ into his mouth as he could. While he felt it was natural, his body wasn't
accustomed to having a full cock down its throat.
Travis was in heaven. He had wanted to do this since highschool, but had never met anyone like Vince. He didn't know why, but ever
since he saw Vince he wanted to take him. At first, Vince hadn't seemed like the submissive type Travis wanted, but around him, Vince
seemed to be soft and willing to do anything.