My Hot Dorm Mate Drove Me To It !

His name was Mark – my new college roommate from Boston. Going back east to college was my first time away from LA, and I was still surprisingly shy when meeting people considering I was pretty popular and adventurous in high school. Maybe it was because, frustratingly, I was still a virgin. I mean I’d had blow jobs and the usual makeout sessions with girlfriends, but just never really gotten the deed done.

Mark was incredibly smart. Yet with all those smarts, I really liked how regular he seemed, considering he came from a rich family in New England and was going to this Ivy League… For his part, he seemed to admire me too, in a different way (more for my street smarts). I’m 5’ 10, 170 and blond / blue, so I guess I fit his image of what every LA surfer guy should be (though I confessed to him I’d never actually surfed!). I was much more experienced in most things (except sex oddly) since my parents were divorced early and drugs were rampant in the LA public schools… So Mark and I became buds – and showed each other our worlds… I got him high and taught him racquetball, he talked philosophy and helped me with Calculus… and best of all, his sexy girlfriend had a hottie friend of her own, Lisa that I totally hooked up with. Lisa and I hit it off big and finally I was no longer a virgin – making up for lost time going crazy with this chick as often as I could! It was really cool…

But while having sex constantly, and I mean constantly, it still started to seem odd to me how much I also kept noticing Mark’s sexy body too. He and I worked out at the gym together 3 or 4 times a week, which meant we often showered together. I just couldn’t seem to pull my eyes off his 6’ frame. I would think all day about working out and showering together, waiting for him to be soaping his hair with his eyes closed, giving me sometimes a full minute or two to check out his smooth ripped torso and strong, tight legs, oh and a huge cock that would just hang, semi-hard all the time. Seemed he never knew I was checking him out. I don’t think ??

I was still figuring sex stuff out. Lisa was very, very sexy and we had incredible sex, pretty much all the time. But still, many of those nights, back at my dorm, I found myself laying awake in the dark (Mark and I shared a dorm bedroom with two twin beds), watching Mark sleep, just five feet from me. I craved those moments when he would toss and turn, jostling his blankets to sometimes reveal his hot chest and or even accidentally a hint of his tight black Calvin trunks on his muscular body. I felt like I could practically reach out and touch him if I wanted. It was making me a bit mental. It was confusing, and I wasn’t getting much sleep. I was even starting to flake out at class.

I think he might have noticed my curiosity or something because he started to sleep more and more fitfully.