There’s nothing more disappointing than showing up to your first day of college, only to discover the roommate your were assigned is nothing more than a boring, unremarkable, and socially inept dweeb. It’s harsh, but think about it; this is the man you’re going to be spending most of your time with over the next two semesters. Shouldn’t he be the kind of person you can at least talk to?
Which is why the first change in going to make is his background. “Kyle” is no longer a gangly 18 year old from a non descript San Diego suburb. Instead, “Xavier” is a 23 year old transfer student from Montreal. Instead of standing awkwardly in the corner at parties, Xavier loves to talk. About his life growing up in Quebec, about skiing in the alps. He can’t help but be the most interesting guy in the room, and slowly but surely, you’ll forget that he was ever described using words like “awkward” and “nerdy.”
Next, I’m going to change his accent. A sexy, French Canadian inflection, perhaps drop his voice an octave or two. He’s still not much to look at (yet), but just listening to him talk on the phone with his girlfriend late at night is enough to get your imagination going.
Oh, did I say girlfriend? I meant boyfriend. Yeah, Xavier’s gay. When he’s not talking about the epic trips his family takes during the summer, he’s bragging about the epic sex that he and his boyfriend have. It’s infuriating for you to have such an incredible guy sleeping in the same room with you every night, but in a different bed. So close, and yet so far. By now, your casual attraction is turning into a full on crush.
It’s not going to get easier. Next, I’m going to beef him up. Really beef him up. I’m taking 60 pounds of pure, hard muscle. No one is going to notice, of course; this is how Xavier has always been, the big beefy hunk from up north. But you won’t be able to help yourself from noticing the little changes, the way his biceps seem a little bit thicker every passing moment. In a matter of days, his one pack will become a four pack, and then a six pack, and before you know it, Xavier is sporting the body of a fucking model, walking around the dorm room in nothing but his briefs.
And just when it seems he couldn’t get any hotter, I’ll make my biggest change, literally. Xavier’s dick will grow so huge, it’ll be the first thing people notice on him. If your eyes aren’t gazing at his dreamy face, they’re staring at his comically large bulge. Most people will only be able to imagine what he’s packing down there, but being his roommate, you’ll be very familiar with his cock. At this point, he’s not even bothering with briefs. Xavier likes to walk around in his birthday suit, and you’ll have to work to hide your raging erection every time he walks into the room.
Familiar, but not familiar enough. It’s becoming unbearable. You’ve resorted to fantasizing about him at night, snagging musky jockstraps from his laundry and inhaling deep as you imagine him walking over to your bed, flipping you around, and mounting you like a prized stallion.
Then one day, it will happen. You’ll be coming back early from class—much earlier than you normally do, and you’ll open the door to your dorm and freeze. There on the bed, Xavier, his hand gliding over his dick, his eyes fixed on his phone, zoned out.
He doesn’t see you. You dive into the closet, watching silently as he beats his meat, eyes closed and moans snaking out of his lips. His aroma fills the room like water, seeping into every crevasse and filling it with musky warmth.
Before you know it, your dick is out, your own hand rubbing the length of the shaft, brining you straight to the brink of an orgasm. This is what you’ve fantasized about for so long, the dream you kept telling yourself would never come true.
He’s so close. You can tell by the way his mouth opens, the way his body tenses, muscles contacting in preparation to release his load. He grunts, bucks his hips, and spurts out a thick splash of white jizz all over his six pack.
You can’t help it. It’s too much. You cum, everywhere, a soft moan escaping your lips. You cup your hand over your mouth and stuff your dick back into your pants, but the damage has already been done. Xavier cocks his head, climbs up off of the bed, and walks over to the closet.
Maybe, you think, maybe if I’m quiet enough. Maybe I can come up wit a solid excuse. Maybe he won’t even care. Maybe…
But it’s too late for “maybe’s.” Because the door to the closet is open, and he’s standing above you, dick wagging like the tail of a dog.
“What are you doing?” He says. Your throat freezes up. So many things you want to say, with no courage to say them. It’s at that moment that you will realize, this isn’t just a normal crush: you’ve fallen head over heels for your sexy, foreign dormmate.
But I didn’t just give you a hot dormmate. That’s not what you asked for. So instead of ratting you out, instead of screaming or cowering in embarrassment, Xavier’s look of surprise turns into a smile.
“You like what you see?” He says, pointing to his leaking dick. You can only nod. In a flurry of motion, you find yourself in the air and hurtling towards the bed. Your body lands on the mattress with a thud, and immediately your clothes are coming off. Xavier paws at your shorts, your shirt, your boxers. Cool air grazes your skin, closely followed by the wet warmth of his lips. He’s kissing you all over, fingering your virgin ass and stroking his cock.
“Fuck me,” you whisper instinctively. This isn’t what you fantasized about; it’s much, much better.
He laughs, gripping your ass and spitting on his dick. No amount of fingers could prepaid you for the sheer size of his meat. It presses against the walls of your sphincter and forces a cry of pleasure out of your lungs.
He’s merciless as he goes to town on your ass. You’re like a squeaky toy in the jaws of a Rottweiler. Sex with Xavier is wild, passionate. Hot. And it’s only just getting started. He might have just cum, but as you’re about to discover, Xavier can go for hours, in many, many different positions. He’s going to use your hole until it’s raw as fresh meat, until his seed is leaking out of your ass and down the inside of your thighs.
You better get used to it. Now that Xavier knows he’s got a thirsty college boy living in the same dorm room, he’s going to take as much advantage of you as he possibly can.
Talk about an ideal living situation…
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