Abducted By Lust

Chapter 6: History Lesson

Anthony

Shortly after the sexual exploration class, I got a new roommate. Tim was tall with broad shoulders that made him look like an athlete. Wavy hair filled his head and his complexion was smooth with the perfection of a newborn baby. His hazel eyes mesmerized the freaks of the neighboring all girl's college, which made picking up women effortless.

Instantly, he and I hit it off. Late night train sessions with the local girls were common for us. What Tim didn't notice were my lingering glares.

Since the day Tim moved in I was attracted to him. I didn't make it obvious, the last thing I wanted was to deal with the scrutiny of my frat brothers. To avoid somebody labeling me as a fag, I pushed the gay thoughts to the side.

I admired Tim's cool demeanor, especially with the ladies, so I doubted he would let me in through the backdoor. I could see why the women swooned over him. Like the women, I too envisioned wrapping my arms around Tim's basketball player physique.

All the reminiscing floating through my mind made me nostalgic. I was getting tired of Trina and the others like her. All of them meant no more to me than a busted nut.

I finished up with Trina and sent her to get cleaned up. This was fun, but it was also a business trip and I needed to rest.

Trina was back in the shower washing off my scent. The noise of the falling water made me think about the night when everything changed. I remembered that night like it was yesterday.

Tim and I were in our room, chilling, and talking shit. I went and took a shower and came back in the dorm room with my towel around my waist. Me coming in the room with only a towel on was nothing new. Tim was at the computer desk typing a paper, but he kept looking at me.

"Wassup dude?" I asked Tim.

He shook his head and said nothing as he went back to typing his paper. I shrugged it off and kept getting dressed.

I was at the dresser now putting on deodorant and sliding my boxers on under the towel. Then Tim began to speak.

"I got a question" Tim asked as I started to get my pajama pants out of a drawer.

"You ever let a girl lick your ass before?" That was Tim, always asking some out of the way question about sex.

"Naw dude, they say that's on the verge of being gay." I replied as I eyed Tim to see his reaction. Tim let out a deep sigh.

"Have you?" I asked.

"Naw not yet, and I don't think the shit is gay. A lot of the shit people say was made up to scare us."

That's when I let out the bomb about my sexual exploration class and what I learned. I rambled on about Shaka Zulu, Chinese Shamen, and other cultures throughout history that allowed homosexuality as an everyday practice.

I wanted to tell him about my desires but I was too afraid. I swallowed my desires for another night. We kept talking and eventually I got in my twin size bed across from Tim's and went to sleep. Our dorm room was pretty compact with two twin beds, dressers, and computer desks. We often put our beds together for the fuck fests that went on in our room. That night the beds were parallel to each other, and until then it was never a problem.

I went to sleep thinking of what it might be like fucking a man or getting one to suck my dick. I had recently graduated to watching a bit of gay porn. That made me even more intrigued than before on what it was like to be with a man.

I fell into a deep sleep, deep enough to begin dreaming that I was getting my dick sucked. The strokes and the wetness felt so real. As I was about to cum, I awoke from my dream to Tim kneeling over me with my dick in his mouth.