Chapter 187 First BI MMF: #1

• I had always felt comfortable when around other guys. Secure in my sexuality, I knew I was only into women. Confident with my body and size, I had never been embarrassed in the locker room or when changing around guys. I kept myself in good shape: decent six-pack abs, toned arms ... and a 7" cock with just the right amount of girth. I kept my pubes shaved close to make it look even bigger. So it almost goes without saying that moving into the guy's dorm, at the start of my freshman year of college, was an easy transition.
• My roommate Adam and I hit it off right away. He was attractive, outgoing, and girl-crazy; thus, we had a lot in common right off the bat. The dorm rooms were small and privacy was non-existent, so out of necessity we got to know each other pretty quickly. In fact, sometimes when one of us was with a girl in our room, the other would stay and just fake sleep. We were somehow able to pull this off with the help of the dorm room's bunk beds. Adam was on the bottom bunk and I had the top. There were plenty of nights during which I faked sleep while listening to him fuck some drunk co-ed on the bunk below me, and vice versa. It was definitely an open secret that the one not getting laid was jerking off to the action; something about which neither of us - though we might have smiled slightly - ever spoke.
• We'd even developed a little bit of a routine on the nights when neither had gotten lucky. Returning to our dorm in the evening, drunk, horny, and without girls, we'd have a stroke session together. We'd just chill, lounge around naked in the room, watch porn, and jerk ourselves off. We never mentioned it when we were sober, nor even while drunk; yet still we found ourselves jerking off together at least once a week. The unspoken cue was when one of us started surfing the net for porn. The other would then sit down next to him, and we'd both watch the action, talking about the girls, what we liked, and what we wanted to do. Eventually our cocks would get hard and we'd jerk ourselves to sleep. Things went on like this for four years with not even a hint of more happening. We parted ways after graduation: I left for grad school in Boston, and Adam left to do the same in Chicago.