Slave to the Wolf King

College is a strange place. Suddenly high school feels like a distant memory, and things that seemed normal back then are completely flipped upside down. You're on your own for the first time in your life. You're befriending people who you wouldn't normally even speak to, and you're stuffed into a small room with a total stranger and expected to simply get on with it.

I can't say it was the easiest of transitions for me. I was a timid eighteen-year-old with the social skills of a lampshade, and I'd spent the majority of my life harbouring the dirty little secret of my sexuality.

There had never in my life been a time where I felt comfortable enough to share the fact that I was gay. My parents were extremely religious, I'd grown up surrounded by the cruel, nasty jokes from boys in school, and my hometown was stuck somewhere between the 1800s and 1900s. It was something that I had buried long ago, and it was going to take a very large shovel to dig it up.

Then I met my roommate Troy, and I realised that it was entirely possible that Troy was going to be that shovel.

Have you ever met someone who is so ridiculously hot that it physically hurts to look at them? I mean, I wasn't even jealous, I was angry. No one person should have been blessed with everything that he had. He was tall, blond, tanned. His body, even through his clothing, was noticeably ripped. He had a perfect set of dimples that dipped when he smiled, and of course, his teeth were like little pearls. It was awful.

When Troy arrived, late of course, to the dorm room on that first day, there were no nerves or jitters from him. We were the same age, yet we were worlds apart. He was confident, smooth, cool, all of those fucking words that describe someone like Troy. Meanwhile, I sat on my bed and tried to form a sentence that wouldn't make me sound like an extra terrestrial.

Every guy I had ever met who even closely resembled Troy had been an asshole, so I can't say that I had high expectations for my new roommate. But when he shook my hand and beamed at me, it all turned to mush in my brain, anyway.

His eyes were the brightest blue I had ever seen, and I was sure that I drooled a little as I stuttered my own name. He didn't seem to notice, though, and so began a very interesting relationship with him.

He was a self proclaimed gym bro, which was a little cringe worthy, but I couldn't say anything. I was built like a science room skeleton. He was constantly doing something, even at five in the morning, Troy would be getting ready to go out on a run, or a hike, or a fucking climb. When he wasn't in class, he was working out, when he wasn't working out, he was gulping down protein shakes, and when he wasn't doing that, he was walking around the dorm room naked.

Now can you see my dilemma?

When Troy first stripped naked in my presence, my eyelids nearly took off from my face. It seemed to be a completely normal thing for him, and even when he did one of those basketball throws with his underwear into the laundry basket, and I watched as his large, meaty cock bounced above his balls, he simply fist pumped when they landed where he wanted them to.

And how long did it take before Troy was comfortable getting naked around me? Well, I was still in the process of introducing myself to him. By the time I'd finished saying my name, where I was from and what I was studying in college, I had already met Troy and his cock.

Now people might say, "you're both guys, there's nothing wrong with that". and they'd be completely correct. As limited as my childhood had been, I had nothing against the fact that Troy seemed to be a nudist, but it wasn't just his nudity that jarred me.

"Do you mind if I jerk off?".

Was it a crazy fantasy that I was playing out in my mind? No, it was the third sentence that Troy spoke to me, and when I found myself unable to reply, he seemed to take that as permission to pleasure himself in the bed opposite me, and what the fuck was I supposed to do about it but watch?

I mean, I tried to avert my gaze, but when a breathtakingly beautiful young man lies naked on his bed and begins to pump his fat cock in his hand, there's only so much pretending that one can do.

It was like I wasn't even there. He coaxed his meat to erection, and boy did that thing grow. When he reached full mast, his hand slid up and down as his low hanging balls bounced to the rhythm, and he simply wanked whilst I gawped at him in complete and utter awe.

Five minutes. That's how long it took him before his tool seemed to expand in his fist, and jets of thick sperm began to splash down his chiselled chest, and pool in his bellybutton. He even fucking moaned.

I'd certainly never met anybody like Troy before, and when he reached back into the laundry basket and used his discarded underwear to wipe down the mess he'd just made, I knew that this was going to be a turbulent affair.

How was I, a closeted little gay boy, supposed to live a normal life whilst surrounded by cum, cock and a man so handsome that it angered me? Well, I didn't have to wait long to find out.

You see, it became apparent very quickly that Troy wasn't doing this to tease me or to piss me off. He wasn't trying to make me uncomfortable, or anything of the sort. He genuinely saw nothing wrong with *boys being boys*, and according to him, nudity and jerking off between two bros, was a natural way of life.

"Do your balls look like this?" He said to me on the second evening, and lifted up his long, flaccid pole to show me his heavy, perfect nut sack.

I still couldn't get over his outwardness. He took his balls into his hand and kneaded them across his palm.

"One's a little longer than the other" he told me, and when I told him that was perfectly normal, he beamed at me with relief.

He was not a private person, that was for sure.

As the weeks rolled by, I became somewhat used to seeing Troy with nothing more than a smile on. In fact, seeing him in clothes was beginning to look strange. He'd return from class and instantly strip, he'd watch television, read, study, FaceTime, eat and sleep completely nude, and that was when he wasn't jerking off.

I kid you not, six times I counted in one day. He was like a human hose, constantly ready to shoot his juices wherever he decided, and the more comfortable I got seeing him do it, the more I began to fantasise about him shooting them on or in me.

It had become something of an obsession, and although I wanted to respect the very little amount of privacy that Troy afforded himself, I simply couldn't help myself one evening when he'd gone out with some friends, and left his cum soaked boxer briefs in the laundry basket.

Naked on the bed, I lay there with the damp, beautifully pungent underwear draped over my face and inhaled the sharp aroma of multiple loads. Not only could I smell the sweetness of his cum, but I could also get the musky stench of his perfect cock and balls, where he'd been sweating throughout the day.

It had been nearly two weeks since I'd last jerked off. Unlike Troy, I was extremely modest, so even when he left the room, it was still difficult for me to feel fully relaxed enough to do something so private. But two weeks without cumming had been enough to drive me to this, so I inhaled his pungent briefs and fucked my fist with vigour.

As I reached a beautiful orgasm, I found myself thankful that I'd been blessed with Troy as a roommate. I shot ropes of cum onto myself, and in the midst of the fiery passion that burned through my young body, I shoved his underwear into my mouth and allowed myself to enjoy his flavours.

The enjoyment was rather short lived however, because when the door burst open and Troy rushed inside to find his phone, he found me instead, and watched as I poured cum down my knuckles and tried desperately to spit his used, sperm soaked underwear out of my mouth without him noticing. I failed, if you didn't get that.

We locked eyes, mine, wide and terrified, and his, cool and blue.

"So that's what you're into" he stated, and sauntered over to his locker where he retrieved his phone and slipped it into his pocket.

"I... I can explain" I lied, "I'm really sorry... I can... I can request a room change, I'm so sorry".

I was already sitting up with the bedsheets pulled over my drenched body. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than the ground to swallow me up, but Troy looked non plussed, and simply shrugged.

"You like cum" he said, biting his thumbnail, "I'll give you cum".

I did a double take, my cheeks roaring red and my naked body trembling. Had I just heard him correctly?

"You... You'll what?” I asked.

Troy walked over to my bed and lifted his underwear from the corner I'd dropped them in. The scent of his body, even through his clothes, made my spent cock twitch in its own mess under the covers.

He turned around, did his usual basketball shot into the laundry basket and looked back down at me.

"You've got a mouth and an ass" he told me, "and now I know that they're both mine".

Without another word, Troy strolled lazily from the dorm room and left me there, breathless, nervous and excited.

I didn't know it at the time, but my life had just become much, much different.