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When I had graduated from high-school and was preparing to go to college my mother said it would be great if I roomed with the son of one of her friends. The university we both had chosen allowed for students to request roommates they knew.My mother and Jason?s mother had met several years ago at the hairdressers and had become good friends. I therefore knew Jason but we had never developed a friendship, because we had nothing in common.For example, he collected stamps, which I thought was lame. I built models, any kind, like planes or ships, which he thought was tedious. He liked tennis while I was a soccer fan. Jason listened to country-western music and I liked hip-hop.But I decided it was better to team up with someone I knew than take a chance on getting a total flake. So we ended up together, and we got along. I didn?t blast my music and he listened to his when I wasn?t around. We spoke to each-other when we had something to say, but didn?t engage in idle chit-chat.Within a few weeks after arriving we both had met and formed a distinctly different group of friends. And so the first year passed. Before the start of our second year Jason had decided to room with one of the new friends he had met. I, like an idiot, forgot to put in a request and therefore the university paired me up almanbahis with someone else who hadn?t requested anyone particular.When I arrived back on campus that September I was pretty worried about who I was going to end up living with for the next nine months. Was I relieved when I found my new room and roommate!His name was Rodney, and he was a junior. He told me he preferred being called Rod, and let me describe Rod. He was big. I?d say about six-foot-one or two, and big. Not fat at all, but not with defined muscles.What I?m trying to say is he wasn?t like those sculpted guys with six-pack abs and deltoids that stand out. He had biceps and a well-formed chest and flat stomach, but a thick waist and thighs. Oh, and what I think is called a bubble-butt. To me it was like the two halves of a cantaloupe. No, more like a honeydew melon, smooth as silk.He had golden-blond curly hair that he wore in a buzz cut, so that the curls couldn?t complete their curl. His arms and legs were covered in fine golden hairs and his chest in a thick mat of darker blond hair that trailed in a line down his stomach, around his belly-button and on down to form another dark gold mat around his cock. His cock was fat, about four or five inches long when soft with almost half of that the head. Oh, did I mention almanbahis yeni giriş he was also good-looking?The reason I can describe all his attributes, including his cock, is that Rod was comfortable in his body. He didn?t parade around naked, but when he was going to take a shower he?d strip in our room, take his towel, soap and flip-flops and walk down the hall to the showers. (We had a wash basin in the room. The communal showers and toilets were in the middle of the building.)Afterwards, back in the room, he would shave, brush his teeth and put on deodorant all before getting dressed. He could put on deck shoes, dark blue slacks (the word slacks fit Rod as well as the slacks did) and a plain white polo shirt and look like a model out of a magazine. I could say he looked almost as good dressed as he did naked.Let me add one more thing about his looks, or rather about his cock.One early morning I got up to go take a piss (Rod had laid down one rule? no pissing in the wash basin. A lot of the guys did that.) When I came back in the room I glanced over and saw that Rod was sleeping on his back, had kicked the sheet partly off and had an erection.His hard cock was almost twice as long as soft, still fat and with visible veins running around it. Beautifully delicious! almanbahis giriş And one last important fact is Rod was a really great guy. I don?t have to catalogue all his good qualities. Just that he was great should suffice.You?ll see how in some ways later.The university was in a dry county so there were no liquor stores, nor did markets sell alcohol. You could only get beer in a bar or pool hall. Across the street from the campus was one of those bars, which closed at midnight.One Friday night both Rod and I were there, but not together. He was standing at the bar with some of his buddies and I was in a booth with some of mine. We both got drunk and when the bar closed we met up staggering back to our room, helped each-other up the stairs, although I wasn?t much help with Rod?s size, struggled out of our clothes and fell into our beds.I awoke before the sun was up but daylight had arrived. The window in our room was equipped with vertical blinds which we had failed to close, so the room was infused with light. I had to piss badly, but had no desire to stumble down the hall to the toilets. Rod was fast asleep, so I decided to break his one rule and got up and pissed in the wash basin. I sat down on my bed and looked across at Rod. There he lay, in all his golden beauty.His boxers were gaped open and I could see his mat of dark blond pubic hair.I?m not proud of what I did, but I don?t apologize for it.I moved over to his bedside and crouching there, I inserted one finger in the open gap and felt around for his cock.