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Subject: Joey he did get there first. Walking into our room, he was sitting on the bed relaxing and watching TV. I never dreamed that my school would room me with an guy that wasn’t white like myself. Coming from a small town, we had only one Asian American in the entire school, and he was a foreign exchange student. But, it didn’t bother me. I’m not racist, it just was unexpected. As I walked in, I of course had a handful of my stuff, so I went over to the empty bed, dropped my stuff, and turned around. By this point, he had sat up in bed and looked at me. “Hi, I’m Joey Campanelli,” I said as I extended my free hand and let out a sigh from getting rid of the heavy stuff in my arms. “I’m Sam, Sam Pham,” he said. I couldn’t help but chuckle a little at his rhyming name. He rolled his eyes a little and said, “Yes, I know. It rhymes. My parents tried to give me a common American first name. They didn’t realize at the time how much hell I’d get over it. But, it’s cool, everyone laughs a little.” Relaxing a little bit, I smiled and said, “That’s good to know. I would have hated to offend you in the first 5 minutes of us knowing each other, especially since we’ll be living together for the next year.” “Yeah, I’m a pretty easy going guy. Well, welcome to our room,” he said as he expanded his arms out from his side. About that time, my mother walked in behind me carrying more stuff. Sam got up immediately and offered to help my mother with my stuff as I was grabbing stuff out of her arms too. It was nice to see at the very least that my roommate was raised to be a gentleman. I introduced my mom to Sam, and we chit chatted a little bit before I announced that my mom and I needed to make another trip to get my stuff. When I said that, Sam offered to come with us and help, and I thanked him but told him it wasn’t necessary. He said he wouldn’t hear of it and told us that he just needed to change shirts. He went over to the dresser and pulled off his shirt revealing a very nice chest. Sam obviously worked out. He wasn’t overly muscular, but just very tone and he had a nice 6 pack of abs that could be seen and a hot little happy trail, my biggest weakness. Also, he was wearing a pair of gym shorts and you could see the top of his boxers under his gym shorts waistband, another weakness of mine. Sam definitely had a nice body to look at. I also found this quite weird, because I didn’t know that I was attracted to Asian guys at all. Up to this point, I’d only found white guys and the occasional Latino guy attractive. Sam put on a skin tight Under Armor shirt. From this you could see just how defined he really was. It was nice to see his pecs and abs stand out as well as the muscles in his back. I thought to myself, this could be an interesting roommate. Turning around now ready to help us, Sam adjusted his package as so many guys do absentmindedly and said he was ready. After a couple of trips down to our cars, all of my stuff was up in my room either on my bed or on my desk waiting to be unpacked. I said my goodbyes to my mom and thanked her for everything. She started to get a little teary-eyed and told me to call if I needed anything. I hugged her and told her I would. I knew she was trying to keep it together, so I didn’t want to make her lose it. So, I straightened up, told her I’d call her tonight to make sure she got home ok and kissed her goodbye. She whispered that she loved me and left. Sam just looked at me and said his mom was the same way, but she did cry. His said his dad had to rush her out of there before she started flooding the dorm room. I laughed and figured this would turn out to be a pretty good rooming situation. “Sam, I’m going to start unpacking. I want to thank you for your help in bringing up my shit.” “No thanks necessary, man. We’ve got to help each other out. We’re roommates.” Sam then took his shirt off and flopped back down on his bed and went back to watching TV. I guess I must have stared a little too long when he looked up and said, “It gets hot in here in the afternoons even with the AC cranking. Probably from all the people coming in and out moving into the dorms.” “That’s cool. I understand.” I went back to unpacking. I hooked up my computer and alarm clock without any more interaction from Sam. It’s when I started unpacking my clothes, he started staring a little. I’m not sure if I was just being more cognizant of it because we still didn’t know each other, but I finally felt his eyes boring a hole into me. “Is there something wrong?” “Oh, no. Just noticed you’re a bit of a label whore. I haven’t seen you unpack anything that wasn’t Abercrombie ankara yabancı escort & Fitch, Hollister, Guess, or Tommy Hillfiger.” “Well, yeah. I guess I am. It’s the one thing I asked my parents for more. I didn’t ask for fancy cars, computers, or gaming systems. I just wanted to have nice clothes.” “Dude, I’m the same way. But, I’m more of a sports clothes label whore.” “Do you play sports?” I stopped unpacking and turned to him, so that we could have a proper face to face conversation. “Yeah, I’m on the school’s Swimming & Diving team.” “No shit?! That’s awesome. So, what’s you’re best time and style?” “Oh, no. I don’t swim. I dive. I am trying to qualify for the Olympics next time. Do you play sports?” “Wow! That’s awesome. I played Hockey in high school, but they don’t have a team here, and I’m too afraid of college being too hard for me to be able to play a sport and get good grades as well. Also, I just assumed you were a swimmer because you have a happy trail.” “What?” “What, what?” “I have a what?” I started laughing. “I’m sorry. I thought everyone knew what a happy trail is. You have hair running from your belly button down to your crotch,” I said pointing to it on his chest. “I’ve always heard of that referred to as a ‘happy trail,'” I said doing air quotes with my hands. “I just assumed since you weren’t clean shaven everywhere that you were a swimmer and not a diver.” Sam started laughing. He actually couldn’t stop laughing. He tried three different times to stop laughing and couldn’t. I was starting to get pissed when he finally stopped laughing and said, “Dude, that’s the gayest shit I’ve ever heard,” and he started laughing again. “I’m sorry. I thought everyone had heard that before.” “Dude, that’s so funny. I can see why they call it a happy trail though. It goes all the way to my happy equipment,” he said drawing a line down his chest from his belly button to the top of his gym shorts. “But that’s actually the only hair on my body that grows, so I keep it,” he said as he rubbed his hands over his chest. I just kind of shrugged and turned around smiling. I went back to unpacking and finally got to my underwear and sock drawer. So, I started to pull out my socks and then my underwear when Sam asked me, “What is 2(x)ist? I’ve never heard of it.” “It’s an underwear made by guys for guys only. It’s made out of cloths that breath and stretch but also give support. It’s the only kind of underwear I wear. They even make jocks, so I wear those when I’m playing hockey instead of those nasty old white things my coach used to hand out.” “It sounds like they are like Under Armor. I wear a lot of their stuff and they make jocks too. Can I see a pair?” I handed over a pair of my boxer briefs to Sam. He got up and went to his dresser and handed me a pair of his Under Armor boxer briefs. I took them and realized that his felt a little more synthetic and mine felt more like cotton. He said exactly that and I laughed telling him I just though the same thing. I finally finished unpacking and took a survey of the room. As I did so, I really tried to take in all of Sam for the first time. He was about 5’8, 145, brown hair, brown eyes, very well defined chest and hairless except for his jet black Asian hair, the hair under his arms which were folded behind his head as he was watching TV, and the happy trail down his abdomen which I’m assuming extended to above his package. He really was quite good looking. The only thing I hadn’t gotten a look at was his ass. His gym shorts were quite baggy and left much to the imagination. Although with him laying down on the bed, I could see an obvious bulge where his cock and balls must have been resting on his thighs. I started to feel my cock jump at looking him over and realized it’d been almost a week since I jerked off. How could I be so stupid? I was now going to have to share a room with this guy and jerking off was going to be the last thing I wanted to do with him in the room. I’d have to jerk off in the shower which takes forever and the hot water runs out. I also realized that I was quite sweaty and that I had in fact gotten hot in the room. “Hey Sam, where’s the shower?” “Down the hall, to the right, and it’ll be on your left. I told you it gets hot in here. In fact, I’ll go with you. I haven’t showered yet today, and I want to get cleaned up before dinner.” I just nodded and started to grab my towel and a clean pair of underwear, a t-shirt, and my flip flops. When I turned around, Sam, was already out of his gym shorts and grabbing the waist bahçelievler escort band of his boxers. “Whoa there Sam!” He stopped and turned around as I said, “We just met and you’re going to get naked already?” Sam just turned to me and laughed. “Have you seen the showers, Joey?” “No, why?” “Well, this is one of the oldest dorms on campus. It gets reserved for us lowly Freshmen. You’d better get used to everyone seeing you naked. It’s a communal shower, just like in the locker rooms at high school.” “Wow. We had individual showers even at my high school. This will be different.” “You might as well, get undressed, and grab a towel. There’s really no place to put all that stuff you’re carrying except on the bathroom floor or on a towel hook. The school provides shampoo and soap in dispensers on the wall, but you can take your own stuff if you want,” said Sam as he started to shuck off his boxers again, except this time he was facing me. Sam had a nicely trimmed bush over his cock and balls and his uncut cock hung down about three inches providing protection and cover for his balls, which from what I could tell were average sized but hung down lower than what I was used to. Sam was the first Asian guy I had seen naked, and it was a beautiful sight. He picked up his towel, wrapped it around his waist, put on his flop flops and headed out the door while asking if I was coming. He didn’t wait for a response. I got undressed and put my change of clothes down on the bed. I proceeded like Sam did and wrapped my towel around my waist and headed out the door. The hallway was filled with families moving in their sons, and I was a little embarrassed to be seen in just a towel. I made it to the shower room and put my towel on a hook next to Sam’s and walked into the showers. Sam was already under a shower head with hot steamy water streaming down over him. There were two poles coming out of the middle of the floor, one close to the left side and one close to the right side of the room. Each pole had four shower heads on it. I went to the pole opposite from Sam and he laughed. “Dude, I’m not going to bite.” I headed back to the shower pole Sam was at and turned on the shower on the opposite side of the pole from him. He was getting his hair wet and I finally got a look at his ass. Damn, did he have a diver’s body. Nice and tight with a compact frame and the cutest little bubble butt. He skin color did not change at all, and I assumed that Sam sunbathed in the nude. I started to shower and tried not to steal too many glances at Sam while he was showering. That became increasingly difficult when he went down to wash his cock and balls. He got them all soapy and lathered up. He then started cleaning his foreskin. This was my first experience with an uncut cock. I had seen pictures of them, but never seen one up close. Sam was pulling his dick head in and out of this foreskin and trying to soap it up and clean everywhere. I guess I was staring and he noticed. “First time you’ve ever seen foreskin?” “Yeah. I was raised Southern Baptist and grew up in a small very religious town, so everyone there is cut. I didn’t mean to stare. I’ve just never seen it.” Sam just smiled and nodded. “You know the hardest part about all this is not getting hard when I clean it. Foreskin makes your dickhead super sensitive. Sometimes just touching it and I’ll get an instant boner.” “Hell, Sam. I think that happens to most guys when cleaning down there. I’ll pop a boner for no reason at all.” Sam laughed and agreed. “Well it doesn’t look like you have anything to worry about. I’m sure the ladies like what you have to offer.” Sam pointed at my crotch and just smiled. I’d never had a guy openly check me out before, much less comment on it. I’ve read enough books and seen enough porn to know I’m more hung than the average guy. Soft, my dick hangs down about five and a half inches and my balls are fairly big, but hang close to my body most of the time. They don’t hang down nearly as low as Sam’s did. I just smiled and kinda chuckled. I figured since Sam had checked me out, I could do the same to him without fear of reprisal. “It’s ok I guess. My balls certainly don’t hang as low as yours do. I’ll bet the girls just love getting their taint slapped by your balls when you fuck ’em.” Sam laughed and smiled. “You know it buddy! Keeps ’em begging for more too. Although I have to be careful not to bang them too hard. They’re still sensitive you know.” I joined in the laughter. Sam and I finished our showers talking about what we were going to balgat escort major in, our class schedule, and what we wanted to do for supper. Sam told me he’d show me around campus, and we could go to the Russell House for supper and eat at the buffet. With the word buffet being said, my stomach growled loud enough for it to be heard over the running water. “Someone’s hungry!” “Yeah, I was so excited to get here, I didn’t eat breakfast. We stopped for lunch, but I was too nervous to eat still, so I haven’t eaten yet today.” I turned off my shower and so did Sam. I started to walk to my towel, and Sam slapped my on the back. “Looks like we’re going to get along just fine as roommates. Now come on, I’m getting hungry.” We got our towels, toweled off a bit. I still sneaked a glance every now and then at Sam, especially when he put one leg up on the bench to dry his cock and balls. His cute and smooth ass was turned to me and looked so tight. I knew at the very least, my college days would be filled with some hot eye candy. After we both dried off enough, we wrapped our towels back around our waists and headed to the dorm room. The hallways were still filled with people and bustling with the activities of all the new Freshmen still moving in. Again, I was a little embarrassed but a little less than last time. Sam reached the dorm room first and went to turn the knob. It didn’t budge. He looked up at me and asked if I had my key. “No, I didn’t lock it when I left.” Sam just looked down and hit his head against the door. “They are always locked. You have to have your key every single time to get in. It helps keep crime down in the dorms.” “You’re shitting me. We’re not locked out. Ha ha, Sam. Open the door, there are a lot of people in the hall.” “NO SHIT SHERLOCK! Didn’t you read your dorm manual. Why didn’t you grab your key? We’re locked out.” “I didn’t know. Why didn’t you grab your key if you knew, huh?” “Joey, you were the last one out of the room. This is just great. I guess we’ll have to see if the RA is here.” Sam turned and started walking down the hallway, and I followed. As we walked toward the RA’s room, a guy Sam went to high school with happened to be moving in too. He stopped Sam and asked him why he was walking around in a towel. Sam rolled his eyes, introduced me to Nick, and told him our story. He started laughing. He then looked back at Sam, smirked and said, “Well then, I guess you’re SOL. I just saw the RA head down the stairs to help someone move in.” Sam got mad again and took both fists and hit the wall. At that point, Nick laughed, grabbed Sam’s towel and pulled it off of him running away screaming over his shoulder, “This is pay back Sam for you giving me a wedgie last year.” Sam took off running after Nick with people laughing and pointing at him. The dorm hall was a big square. I heard Nick coming around the opposite corner from which he disappeared. Sam was close behind him in all his naked glory running with his cock and balls very audibly slapping his thighs as he tried to catch Nick. Nick threw Sam’s towel at me and kept on running. Sam stopped once he saw I had his towel and grabbed it from me. He wrapped it around his waist and glared up at Nick at the other end of the hall who was just laughing. Sam started to go after him again, and I stopped him, telling him it wasn’t the brightest of ideas considering he could easily be flashing the entire dorm if Nick got his towel again. Sam calmed down and said I was right. He looked up at me, smiled, and thanked me for telling him that. He then grabbed my towel and took off holding onto his own as he ran away. I took off after him and Nick just started howling at the end of the hall. I glared at him as I ran by and practically knocked over some guys mom with her hands full of clothes. Sam may have been fast, but I was taller. I finally caught up with him around the third turn in the halls and grabbed my towel back from him. The mom I almost annihilated in the hall walked by me and blushed. She was smiling and chuckling a little to herself as I was wrapping the towel back around my waist. By that time, the RA had heard all the commotion and came running back up the stairs. He found us and asked us to explain ourselves. We only told him about Nick pulling off Sam’s towel and our key situation. He said he’d take care of it, grabbed the master key, and walked us back to our room. He let us in and told us that running around the halls naked was only done after midnight. He smiled, winked, and left the room. Sam and I both looked at each other puzzled and figured he was just messing with us. As we both got dressed, I looked over my shoulder and said, “Sam, if college is going to be this crazy all the time, I’m not sure I’ll make it past the first week.” We both laughed. To be continued…. AUTHOR’S NOTE The rest of this story is already forming in my head. Again, if you wish to comment, please send constructive criticism and feedback and/or questions to: ail.

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