Romancing My Roommate pt.4 (Patreon)

We finished pulling on fresh clothes. I grabbed my wallet and ID, slipped them into my back pocket, and followed Josh out of our room.

We weren’t hungry after the massive breakfast we had earlier, so wandering campus sounded better than sitting around waiting for lunch or dinner to sound appealing.

Flyers covered every available surface in the lobby: club sign-ups, campus events, local restaurant coupons, mental-health resources. Josh scanned the table, picking up a sheet advertising move-in week activities. I leaned over his shoulder and read along.

“Trivia night, ice-cream social, pickup basketball tournament, engineering scavenger hunt,” he listed aloud, flipping the page. “Nothing’s really grabbing me either. Sports aren’t my thing right now.”

I nodded, tapping a smaller flyer taped to the edge of the table. “Hey, they have games set up in one of the lounges. Board games, card games, maybe some video games too. Want to check it out?”

Josh’s face lit up. “Yeah, that sounds perfect! We should definitely be on the same team if there’s anything competitive, though. I’d hate to get my ass handed to me by you and some random dude.”

I laughed and bumped his shoulder. “I could say the same thing. We could make our own little side bet out of it, keep things interesting.”

“What kind of game are you thinking?”

“Classic stakes. Winner gets breakfast in bed for a week. Or the loser has to do the winner’s laundry. Or homework. First-week-of-classes homework.”

“Hmm… what if we made it something a little sexier?” Josh asked.

“Sexier like… what exactly?” I asked.

He stepped closer so only I could hear. “I know you’re still pretty new to a lot of this stuff, and I don’t want to push too fast, but we could make it fun. Ease you in. I was thinking the loser gets turned into a sexy sundae. Chocolate syrup, whipped cream, cherries, sprinkles, the whole ridiculous deal. Then the winner gets to lick it all off, nice and slow.”

I sputtered out a laugh. “That sounds so stupid!”

But even as I said it, my mind painted the picture, Josh stretched out on the bed, whipped cream swirled around his nipples, chocolate syrup dripping down the ridges of his abs, pooling around the base of his cock, a bright red cherry balanced in his navel. My pants twitched noticeably; my cock thickened against the seam of my jeans. I tried to shift my stance to hide it.

Josh’s grin widened, clearly catching my reaction. “Yeah, it’s silly as hell, but it would be a good way to get comfortable with each other’s bodies, have some fun, and end up with a tasty snack either way.”

“I still think it’s ridiculous… but I wouldn’t say no if you really wanted to try it. Though honestly, I’d rather we just do it anyway, no bet required. For fun.” I said.

“Both of us? Not just the loser?”

“Both of us,” I agreed. “One at a time, obviously, or it would turn into a sticky disaster.”

“Ha, yeah, definitely one at a time.” He leaned in suddenly and dragged his tongue in a quick, wet stripe up my cheek. “Mmm. Tastes good already.”

I swatted at his shoulder. “Sneaky bastard!”

“Sorry, you just looked delicious. And I was right.” He dodged my next swat.

“You’re such a goof,” I said, shoving him lightly. “I like it, though.”

“Good. Because I’m not changing, no matter how much I like you.”

We smiled at each other, then turned and headed out of the lobby.

We crossed the street halfway down the block and pushed through the heavy double doors into a grand, open atrium. Sunlight streamed through tall windows, illuminating the whole place, a massive chandelier hung overhead like a constellation of crystal. Statues stood in alcoves and abstract paintings lined the walls. 

I reached for Josh’s hand without thinking, fingers sliding between his as I tilted my head back to take it all in. “Wow…”

He squeezed my hand. “Pretty nice, huh?”

I nodded, still staring up at the chandelier. “Yeah. Really nice.”

We wandered for a minute, then spotted a small sign on the far wall pointing toward “Lounge; Games & Activities.” We followed the hallway.

The lounge opened up in front of us,, mismatched couches, beanbags scattered around tables, shelves lined with board games and card decks. About a dozen people milled around, some playing video games, others hunched over Magic: The Gathering.

A guy near the door noticed us immediately. He was massive, easily six-and-a-half feet tall, built like a linebacker, broad shoulders stretching his T-shirt, thick arms covered in dark hair, a full beard framed his smile. He waved us over with one meaty hand.

“Hey! Welcome, guys! You here to play some games?”

Josh patted my back. “We sure are! My roomie and I are freshmen, just looking to meet some people and have fun.”

The big guy beamed. “You came to the right place. We’re a pretty laid-back group, and we love new faces. I’m Danny, by the way.” He stuck out his hand.

His grip swallowed mine completely. I felt small next to him.

“H… hi, I’m Ben.”

“Nice to meet you, Ben!” He pumped my hand enthusiastically, then turned to Josh.

“I’m Josh. Nice to meet you! So you run this club?”

“Yeah, I’m the president. We have official meetings once a month, but we do a lot of impromptu stuff too, game nights at someone’s place, board-game tournaments in the lounge, sometimes bigger events like scavenger hunts or trivia nights at the campus bar. It’s mostly about hanging out and having fun, though. The games are just an excuse.”

Josh nodded eagerly. “That sounds awesome. I’d definitely be interested in joining. What do you think, Ben?”

I smiled. “Y… yeah, that’d be fun! I’m in.”

Danny clapped both of us on the shoulders and gestured toward the tables. “Sweet! Grab a seat wherever you want. We’ve got a few open spots in the game over there, or we’re about to start a new round, see if you’re into that game. Up to you guys.”

Josh possessed the kind of lean, defined build that turned heads, but Danny towered over everyone, a mountain of muscle that made my stomach flip with curiosity. I wondered what lay beneath that tight T-shirt, how those broad pecs and thick arms looked bare, and, if I admitted it to myself, what else he hid under those jeans. 

Danny clapped his huge hands together, drawing attention from a few others in the room. “Great! You guys can sign up for the club email list right here on this sheet ….If you enjoy it enough, maybe you two can run for something down the line.”

Josh laughed. “We’ll see about that. First we have to survive figuring out our class schedules and navigating this campus without getting lost every five minutes. We’ll probably be useless for at least a few weeks.”

Danny nodded. “I get it. Freshman year hits hard. If you need anything, just ask. I know the shortcuts, the best food spots, the buildings that always have empty study rooms. Hit me up anytime.”

“Appreciate that,” Josh said, clapping Danny on the arm. “For now, let’s play some games.”

We wandered over to a couch where a group clustered around a big TV, controllers in hand. I had never played this particular game. A short line formed for the next turn, so Josh steered me toward a nearby table where four others shuffled cards and dealt chips.

They waved us over with smiles, made space, and explained the rules. It was very easy to mingle with people here.

After several hands, pressure built in my bladder. I leaned toward Josh. “Hey, I’ll be right back. Save my seat?”

He winked, stacking his chips. “Sure thing, buddy. Hurry up before I miss you too much.”

I chuckled and headed down the short hallway toward the restroom sign. The door swung open into a small, tiled space, two urinals side by side with no dividers, a single sink, and a stall in the corner. Danny already stood at the left urinal, jeans unzipped, his broad back to me. I hesitated a second, then stepped to the right urinal, the only option left.

I unzipped, pulled my soft cock out, and aimed. Nerves made the first seconds tricky, but the stream started. My eyes wandered, I couldn’t help it. Danny’s cock filled my peripheral vision: it was thick even soft, foreskin was covering the head, hanging heavy over big balls. My own shaft thickened instantly, hardening in my hand despite my best effort to focus straight ahead. He finished, shook off the last drops, and glanced over, catching me mid-stare.

“See something you like?”

“S-sorry! I’m really sorry!” My stream cut off, and my cock was half hard now.

Danny placed a huge hand on my back. “Relax, buddy. I don’t mind at all. Hope you’re okay if I take a look at yours too.”

I stopped shaking, and met his eyes. “You sure?”

“Positive. I noticed how you looked at me out there.” His gaze dropped pointedly to my erection. “You can tell me when you’re ready.”

I glanced down again. His cock dangled thick. “You look… really big. I’ve never seen anyone that size in person. And honestly…” I paused, met his face again. “I got pretty turned on.”

He smirked. “More than a little, I’d say.”

I finished my stream, shook off the drops. “I’d love to talk more, but standing here holding our dicks feels weird. What if someone walks in?”

He laughed, patted my back hard enough to jolt me forward. “Fair point. Let’s zip up and head back. We can chat in the lounge.”

We tucked away, washed hands side by side and dried off on paper towels. He held the door for me, and we walked back toward the game tables. My cock was half-hard in my jeans. I had made a new friend, one who didn’t flinch at my curiosity, and the day suddenly felt full of possibilities. Josh would wonder what took so long, but I’d figure that out later. For now, I felt happy despite the butterflies.

I followed Danny back into the lounge. We claimed two armchairs tucked in a quieter corner near a window. I looked around the room and Josh sat dead center at the poker table, sleeves rolled to his elbows. He looked completely at home, and I realized he’d be fine for a while.

Danny dropped into the chair opposite mine, his thick thighs spreading wide enough that his knee brushed mine. I was suddenly aware of how small I felt next to him, my own legs looked skinny by comparison. My mind still replayed the bathroom, his heavy cock dangling thick and uncut, the way it swayed when he shook off the last drops, the way he let me look. 

“So… you’re huge. Like, everywhere. How did you end up built like this?”

Danny explained to me how he got into gym early in high school and never stopped aftet that.

I stared at my own arms resting on the chair. “That’s insane. I’ve been talking to Josh about starting at the gym, he’s my roommate, so he’ll drag me there anyway. Would you… maybe want to help me out sometimes? Spot me, show me what to actually do?”

Danny’s grin widened. “Hell yeah, I’d love to. Full disclosure, I train intensely. If you lift with me, I push you hard, last reps to failure, no mercy, no quitting early.”

I laughed. “Josh already warned me he’ll make me suffer, so I’m doomed either way.”

“That’s the spirit.” He reached across the gap, wrapped one massive hand around my upper arm and squeezed it. “You’ve got good bones under here. We’ll pack some real muscle on these skinny arms, fill out that chest, get your back wide. You’ll look completely different by summer.”

His touch lingered a second longer than necessary. “Thanks. I just know nothing about lifting. Terrified to walk in alone and mess up form or drop a bar on my neck. That’s why I still look… well, like this.”

Danny leaned forward. “Like what, cute as hell? Because you are.”

I turned scarlet. “I’m not.”

He chuckled, reached over, and ruffled my hair with one huge palm. “Sorry, didn’t mean to embarrass you. But facts are facts, you are. And Josh clearly agrees.”

I risked a glance across the room. Josh caught my eye at that exact moment, flashed a wide grin, and held up his winning hand. “Yeah… he definitely does.”

Danny followed my gaze, smirked. “You two clicked fast. That’s rare around here. Most freshmen draw nightmare roommates.”

“You have bad ones?”

He pointed a thick finger at me, laughing. “You hit the jackpot, man. I’ve talked to dozens of people, ninety percent hated their first roommate. My freshman year the guy blasted rap until four a.m., left every light on when I tried to sleep, threw parties on weeknights. Halfway through first semester he moved in with his girlfriend and left me the room solo. Saved my sanity, but those first months were a torture.”

“That sounds miserable.”

“Was. Sophomore year flipped everything. Met three solid guys in classes, rented a house off-campus. Still there now. I’m planning to keep it through graduation, or most of us anyway.= One guy transfers back home at the end of this year. Another graduates in May. Leaves just two of us. Rent jumps too high without replacements, so we might lose the place if we can’t fill the rooms fast.”

My ears perked. “It’s super early, but… if Josh and I like living together this year, maybe we could move in next fall. It would be cool to house with people we already know.”

Danny raised an eyebrow. “We’ll see how the year shakes out, buddy. You’ve got nine months of freshman chaos ahead. By summer you might decide you want total privacy with just Josh.” He winked. 

“Yeah… maybe. Stupid to plan that far ahead already.” I said.

Danny rose from his chair to sit beside me on the wide arm of my chair. He placed one massive hand on my knee.

“Don’t beat yourself up, man. You got excited.” His fingers drifted higher, brushing the inside of my thigh before settling lightly over my crotch. He paused there, feeling the rigid length straining against denim, then eased back to my leg as if it were the most natural thing. “Happens to everybody sometimes .Not stupid at all. Hopeful. I like hopeful. ”

I glanced at his face then let my eyes drop to his lap. A thick bulge pressed against the front of his jeans.

“Yeah… I guess it does.” I cracked a small smile, reached over, and rubbed the back of his hand where it rested on my knee. “We’ve been here a while. I should grab Josh and head out. Really nice talking to you, Danny.”

He stood, towering over me again, and fished a card from his wallet. “Here, buddy. My email and cell are on it. Text or call anytime you need anything.”

I took the card and slipped it into my pocket. “Thanks. I’m sure I’ll use it. We’ll definitely be back, the group seems great.”

“Good deal. You won’t regret it.” He clapped my shoulder gently, steering me toward the main tables.

We crossed the room together. I caught Josh’s eye and waved. “Hey, roomie, ready to head out?”

Josh finished his hand and stood with a grin. “Thanks for letting us crash your games, everybody. Had a blast!”

He joined us, slung an arm across my shoulders, and patted my back. “Let’s roll, roomie.”

We said quick goodbyes and headed for the door.

College was going great so far. I felt happier than I had expected.

To be continued…

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