Gay Dorm Fantasy I

He and I had shared a dorm room for much of the year, but never really gotten to know each other. Now it was halfway through the second term, and starting to get pretty warm outside. One night, when our room was stiflingly hot, we were both working late at our desks, which faced the wall, on either side of the single window. The only noise in the room was from the fan in the window that barely kept the place comfortable. Around midnight, I got up and said that I was ready to turn in, switching off my light and heading for my bed, which like the desks were on opposite sides of the room, facing each other across the floor.

I had gotten very little work done, to tell the truth, because I was fantasizing about him, so I decided that tonight would be the night. When I got to my bed, I slipped off my shirt and trousers, then let my boxer shorts drop to the floor, before getting under the single sheet that was all I could bear in the heat.

In the moment that I was standing naked in the room, I could hear a slight intake of breath, and I knew that I had gotten his attention. I had been attracted to him from the day when we both first moved in, but it had never progressed beyond that; I always sensed a hesitation in him, and now I thought I understood it. He must have been attracted to me all this time too, but not yet have come to terms with it. That was all right; I was going to help him out, and myself.

I soon dozed off in the heat, amidst the rhythmic sound of the fan, but I came to about an hour later, when he pushed back from his desk, and turned out the light. Outside the single window of our room is a streetlight, and with the fan blocking the blinds from being pulled, it threw grey illumination across the walls. I heard him undress, then pause for a moment, breathe out, and continue to take his clothes off; he was getting naked too. Then I could hear him sliding under his sheet, and sighing slightly as he settled in. The room was still for a moment, but then I heard him roll over, and I could feel his gaze turn in my direction. I knew what to do, and waited.

After a time, there was a rustling, then a soft moan, followed by a gentle but regular sound of movement. For a time, I held my position, and then I opened my eyes and turned fully toward him. Lying on his side, he had pushed the sheet away, and was stroking his cock while watching me, but froze the moment he noticed me looking directly at him. In the light, I could see a taut body, strong but slim, built like a swimmer; a sheen of sweat stood out on his forehead. We stared at each other for a quiet moment, and I could see fear rising in his eyes, but I smiled slightly and soundlessly ran my own hand down my body, pushing the white sheet to one side, and trailed a finger around my hardening cock. He watched, hypnotized, as I took hold of it and started to stroke it steadily, groaning once and leaning my head back with pleasure.

For a while, I performed for him, but then he overcame his anxiety, and decided to join in. So he wrapped his hand around his cock, and resumed his rhythmic pumping. The sound of the fan blended with our shallow breaths and deeper moans, and the moonlight shone upon beads of sweat beginning to glisten across his chest. I could tell that he was getting close now, because his stroking was speeding up, and his thighs were starting to tremble, so I timed my strokes to his and found myself getting pretty close as well. Suddenly a deep and throaty groan broke the stillness, and he came in a great stream across the floor, arching his torso off the bed; the sight of him in ecstasy put me over the top too, and with a loud exhale I shot jet after jet of my own.

Panting and shaking, we both gradually eased off our cocks, and soon the only sound in the room was again the fan in the window. I settled my head back onto my pillow, and stared into his wide eyes; he grinned for a moment, then looked nervous again, but finally settled down and returned my gaze. We lay in blissful silence, and soon passed into sleep despite the heat.