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CollegeRoommates by AnonymousHi Mick. My first college room-mate was a dud. He was areligious fanatic who thought it a sin to undress in front of meetc. I asked for a new one for the second semester. This is whathappened. Please keep it anonymous because he might not want thistold. I am a senior citizen so I think my age will pass. *grin*It is m/m and could be called "Learning to Relax". I was told a new transfer was coming to my school. It seemedmy chance to get away from my religious fanatic roommate withoutcausing too much grief. The dorm supervisor was only too glad tohave someone for the new guy who was a ballet dancer. I spent theweekend between semesters at my girlfriend's house. Then I droveback to school to meet Patrick.I was shocked to say the least when I put the key to the doorand the door pushed open. There was a Greek god standing at thewindow totally nude. I muttered my excuse and began to back out.He just smiled and offered his hand and introduced himself to me.I had never known another male to be so relaxed in the buff. Wevisited for a few minutes and then decided to go eat lunch. Heslipped on a pair of cut-offs and a tank top and we left. He wasa friendly, outgoing person and I liked him immediately. He hadtransferred because he had won a ballet scholarship, all expensespaid and since his parents were both dead, he needed all the helphe could get. When we got back to the dorm, I busied myself unpacking andturned to ask him something. There he was, totally naked, readinga magazine on his bed. I guess he could tell from my hesitationthat I was surprised. He asked if I minded his nudity because hehated clothes and only wore them when he had to. I explained thatI certainly didn't care, but I was just surprised. He laughed andwent back to his reading. After a while I was finished unpackingand sat on my bed to relax for a few minutes. I was surprisedagain because Patrick was slowly stroking himself as he read. Icouldn't keep from staring at him mainly because he was sorelaxed with himself. He put the book down and began talking tome. I have no idea what we talked about because the entire timehe visited, he was stroking his erection. Eventually he leanedback, began breathing harder and harder and moaning and twisting.He suddenly gasped, stopped breathing, and had one of the mostpowerful orgasms I've ever witnessed. I felt my boner strainingto get out and get some attention, but I didn't have the nerve. Iwas used to jacking with my friends, but I knew them well andthis was my first afternoon with Patrick. After his breathingbecame normal and he finally relaxed, he smiled at me and said hefelt better. He then asked why I hadn't joined him? I explainedthat I had wanted to but was hesitant because I didn't know himvery well. He matter-of-factly asked if it was because he was aballet dancer and I was afraid he was queer. Before I couldanswer, he said for me to not worry. He liked girls but nowpreferred to jack off instead of getting involved with a newgirl. After returning from the cafeteria that evening, he walked inthe room and began to undress. I decided "what theHell?" and undressed to my briefs. We visited some more andhe began to jack off while we talked. He could tell I was gettinganother boner because he kept looking at my protruding bulge.Finally, he stopped his solo action and asked me to join him. Ididn't know what to say so I said nothing. He got up, offered hishand and I took it. He lifted me from my bed and lowered mybriefs. My boner popped out, relieved to be free. He just smiledand went back to his side of the room. He lay back on his bed andI lay back on mine. It was a wonderful feeling to be slowlystroking together as we visited about girls, sex, jacking off,and "doing it". I was very interested in all of hisexperiences and he was a good talker. I began to feel myselfreaching the point of no return so I slowed down. He did too. Weboth built back up and then slowed down again. It seemed to besuch a normal way to visit that I didn't question it. After manysubjects had been discussed and we had slowed down and back upmany times, suddenly he lay back and arched his back. A few morestrokes and he shot a huge load. That was all it took and I didthe same. I had never felt myself so totally lost to myself-passion. The feeling was exquisite, powerful, andmind-boggling. It was the best orgasm I had ever had. The strangepart was that it was so matter-of-fact and natural. It just feltlike the normal, natural thing to be doing. However, after we turned out the lights, I began to havestrange guilt feelings about our male/male orgasms. I must havebeen twisting and turning because his light came on and he askedif I was disturbed about what we had done. I confessed that itdidn't seem strange while it was happening but that now it did.He laughed and said that he had worked through the same problembut had definitely decided that it was just letting nature haveits way. I asked if he'd ever been involved with a guy in a moreintimate way. He answered ,"Of course, I had to see what itwas all about, and it was good. However, I like girlsbetter." After a few more nights of mutual jacking off, Ibegan to relax and realize that it was just a part of being ahorny, single male with no other outlet. That year was filledwith many jackoff sessions, sometimes three or four a day. I willalways be thankful to Patrick for helping me enjoy solo sex tothe fullest. It also helped me to be more at ease when I began mysex life with women. It was just a normal, natural thing tohappen with sexual beings and nothing to try to hide or deny.Patrick, wherever you are, thank you.