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des were good. I'd earned a scholarship that covered about half of my tuition. I was able to get grants and loans to pay for housing, books, and

ne preacher and an obnoxious bully. His kids were no better. They had resented me because of my grades, my looks (I was much better looking than them) and my athletic achievements (I was on the swim

rd and maintaining our academic focus, but most of the time was spent teaching us the evils of drinking, the perils of being indoctrinated by the "liberal secular establishment" and how to avoid the evil homosexuals who would work hard to recruit us. "If only they k

two weeks were up, I cheerfully threw all their materials away and never looked back. I tried to forget the program, but I wasn't completely successful. There'd been one instructor, a beefy man with a strongly hand

d everybody" as they say. The next moment he was going off on homophobic rants that really scared me. I don't know what was wrong

er, my textbooks, and the old laptop I'd purchased second hand from money I'd saved from my salary working at my uncle's church. Since I'd purchased the laptop from them when they were upgrading to better computers, it was almost like I'd worked eve

. He was struggling with the door while carrying a backpack and a suitcase. I jumped up to help him. "Thanks," he said, as he should

t this point. Like me, he was six feet tall and had an

londe. I wore it kind of short, no more than a couple of inches long, because I didn't like the curls it had when it was longer. I knew that they were cute. All my parents' friends have raved about them when I was little. W

ion with people who weren't white. I hadn't really seen any Asian people except on television. I thought he was beautiful. He had light brown skin, the color of honey. His straight

and. "My name is Kieran Morgan." I swal

thought to myself, "This can work. He seems friendly enough. But if I'm not careful, I'm going to

ably more expensive than anything Uncle Craig could afford. In the back were several more boxes. We divided them between us and carried them into the room.

ut my books." In my eagerness to make friends with my roommate, I didn't notice that he hadn't asked me; he had given m

he fact that they could be balled up to fit in one hand; it was their smell. As I moved them about, a musky aroma arose around me. It was like an expensive cologne, but I didn't recognize it. I felt my face flush as my groin began to more than it already had. This

ver my shoulder to make sure that Jason wasn't watching me, and I quickly thrust my hand down my pants to adjust my cock. I've got six inches down there, not a lot for a porn star, or the for a character in an online s

se than it was in his underwear, but better somehow. The aroma coming from him was different, like it was mixed with his own body's scent. It wasn't unpleasant, but

ed as I removed them and hung them in the closet. They were of a light material, probably silk. That enticing aroma was much less concentrated on th

d be lying if I said that I hadn't enjoyed looking. I'd never acted on those thoughts; it was too dangerous in the town I grew up. Hell, it was even more dangerous in the house I'd grown up in. In all my life, my bod

time. He was smiling at me. "You were lost," he said. "Take these boxes

obwebs from my mind. Jason looked into my eyes and smile

psters were already full. My head was a jumble of thoughts and emotions. Was Jason just playing around me? I realized that he'd ordered me to take out the trash and that

red and gold thread. It came down to his knees. He was wearing shower shoes and holding a towel and a toiletry kit. "I'm going to shower. I'll back in few minutes; then

out the trash. Now it came back, harder, and more painful than before. It felt like my cock was going to explode. I quickly undid the buttons on the fly of my Levi 501s and dropped them down around my ankles. I pulled my boxer briefs down to my knees and grabbed my rigid cock. I pushed my face into Jason's boxers and stroked my cock. It should have been the least satisfying orgasm of my life. It was the fastest orgasm I

underwear and masturbating? I looked at the boxers in my hand. They were covered in my spunk. I looked around the room panicking. I didn't know what to do with them. Jason would see the cum and immediately know what I had done. The answer hit me in the head l

and looked at them. They were wet from own saliva. My cock twitched again. I looked down and saw that I was raging hard and a bead of precum was hanging from the tip. I pulled my boxer briefs up and then my jeans. I was just buttoning the fly when I heard Jason messing with the bathroom door. I shoved his boxers into my pocket. (They were light and sil

. I haven't picked one up yet." Jason gave me a funny look and repli

ead the sarcasm in my voice and figure out that I

hat I'd intended. I noticed that he was giving me a funny look as he walked past me to his closet. I looked down and no

o the closet. He had a very light coating of hair on his muscular chest, lower arms, and legs. There was a thin treasure trail running from his navel to his

o notice that I'd been staring. He finished laying out a pair of pants and a nice button-down shirt. He re

ffing his underwear and masturbating on them, so I just jumped up and went to do as he asked. I could feel him watching me in the mirror as I followed his instructions. I put the clothes he'd asked for out on his bed and went back to sit on my own bed and wait.

ur pocket into the hamper and wash them when you do laundry tomorrow." My heart stopped. I had forgotten that I'd shoved the silky boxers into my

now," h

iltily and dropped t

houlder in a comradely fashion. We were the same height, so it was a little a