Str8 Till Dark: Floormates

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Earlier today, Willie had realized that the only other of his floormates to be in the building right now was Federico. At the time, Willie had just sighed and shook his head — he knew that Federico would come over and annoy him sooner or later. If he’d had the money, he would have gone to get a hotel room for the night instead.

That’s because Federico was an Italian exchange student. He came from Venice, where (he said) his father was a well-known local politician. He was a big burly foreigner with a hairy chest — like a seriously hairy chest, like he was a werewolf, like Willie couldn’t imagine why he didn’t shave — a loud voice and many annoying habits. Willie didn’t want to be rude, but he really did not want to spend the day with Federico.

So when Willie awoke to find that Federico was in his room in the middle of the night, he was angry. Federico had been following him around. First he was trying to get Willie to lift weights with him; Federico did that every morning and reacted like it was a scandal when Willie said he never lifted weights. Then Federico had wanted to eat dinner with him — Federico had crackers, cured meats and a slab of some stinky cheese, which Willie steadfastly refused to eat. It stank up the entire third floor of Mannheim Tower, and probably other floors too, but Willie didn’t check. Lastly Federico walked to the shower stark naked and stood in Willie’s doorway talking to him in thickly accented English about the weather.

His fat prick just dangled there between his legs, drawing Willie’s gaze to it. Willie gulped.

Federico had been walking around the dorm naked most of the semester. It was normal for him in all-male environments, or so he said. He was shocked that Americans didn’t feel the same way. Back in Italy, he said, men weren’t worried about seeing each other naked — it was normal, and only squeamish losers got worked up over it. The RA had insisted he wear clothes to and from the shower though, and Federico had grudgingly complied.

But apparently Federico had interpreted that rule as applying only when the RA was actually here in Mannheim Tower. So now that it was the first day of spring break, he stood there in Willie’s doorway with his fat, uncut cock laying greasily against his thigh. It made Willie so nervous he could do nothing more than grunt and nod as Federico talked.

“We could be doing fun things. We have entire floor to usselves, floormate,” Federico said. Someone had jokingly called him a floormate back in September, and Federico had needed an explanation of what it meant and how to use -mate as a suffix. Federico thought it was great and had been calling everyone floormates all semester. Federico cackled as Willie blushed, trying to ignore the bare cock beckoning Willie’s eyes.

Willie had simply declined to hang out; he said he had to study, which was technically accurate even if Willie had intention of doing so. Willie ignored Federico’s irritated expression, praying that he could get through the night without Federico trying to get him to drink (Federico didn’t seem to understand that he wasn’t old enough to legally drink in America, and he looked mature enough that it was never an issue; everyone simply assumed he was over twenty-one). He felt bad about rejecting Federico, who had been struggling to make friends in America, but he simply made Willie nervous, especially with that bare cock.

So when Willie woke up in the middle of the night to see that Federico had crept into his room, he was both scared and annoyed. What did Federico want with him? Willie was groggy at first, and he didn’t fight back when Federico told him to move over.

Then Federico lay down in the narrow dorm bed alongside Willie, who gasped in shock — Federico was naked. His hairy body slid under the covers, pushing Willie against the wall. Federico was much bigger than Willie so he took up most of the bunkspace.

“Hello, good night, Willie,” Federico said. His smooth, silken accent was deep and booming, echoing in the dorm room and in Willie’s ears. It made Willie shudder as a complex torrent of emotions washed over him. He couldn’t believe Federico wanted to share a bed with him — was this normal in Italy?

“Federico, what are you doing?!” I-“ Willie exclaimed, stopping only when Federico kissed him right on the lips.

Every part of Willie’s mind told him to stop this, to get up and leave if he couldn’t push Federico out of the bunk. It would be humiliating and embarrassing to do that, but it was better than making out with an sasquatchian Italian man. His mind screamed at him to stand up and flee from here.

Yet Willie didn’t do that. He stayed right where he was. For some reason as soon as he felt Federico’s broad, strapping chest muscles and his strong tongue pushing into Willie’s mouth, Willie didn’t want to fight him, nor did he want to fight against this experience. He just wanted to kiss Federico until there was no more kissing left to be had.

There was something intense and arousing about kissing Federico on his soft lips. He was powerful and dominant, his corded muscle chest writhing atop Willie’s body. Willie’s skin wasn’t perfectly smooth, but compared to the dense layer of fur atop Federico’s chest, Willie seemed as smooth as a porcelain doll.

“There are no girls here,” Federico said. He hung his head sadly. “I went for a walk, and there were none of them. None of girls here.”

“Yeah. The campus is shut down, Federico. We’re not even really supposed to be here,” Willie said. That was true. They had to get special permission to stay here after the campus closed for the vacation. Federico couldn’t go back to Italy for just one week, and Willie’s parents had been unable to pick him up until tomorrow. The GHU-Albany administration pushed him very hard to find a friend or family to stay with for the night, but Willie had refused — he paid top dollar for this dorm, and he wanted to use it.

Now he wished he hadn’t. His old high school friend Charlie would have picked him up — he went to college just an hour to the south, so his parents could pick Willie up on the way back after getting Charlie. That would have been simpler, and he wouldn’t have to deal with this incredible, alarming, passionate and shocking experience.


His hands moved of their own accord, gripping Federico’s back. He was a very hairy man, but his back was smooth and unblemished, a milky brown color, though in the dark, Willie couldn’t see anything except for Federico’s shadowy face. He had a dense beard which scratched at Willie’s scruffy face as they kissed.

“Sssh…” Federico said. “You do not need to be embarrassed.” He reached behind himself, where he wrapped his fingers around Willie’s cock — he had to stick his hand under Willie’s boxer shorts. He gave it a stroke. Just one stroke, but somehow it was enough. It sent a little electric tingling sensation up Willie’s body.

Willie was too nervous to get hard. Federico just kept stroking. It was only when Willie’s hands roamed from Federico’s rippling back to his furry chest that Willie felt a surge of energy in his cock. It got hard and jabbed straight up in the air, throbbing beneath Federico’s touch.

“Good. You are a real man. Do not be embarrassed,” Federico said. He mounted Willie’s chest, the thick nest of hair around his balls and cock dragging along Willie’s smooth skin.

Willie realized with a fright that Federico intended for Willie to suck his cock. He didn’t even seem to be willing to sixty-nine — which Willie had never wanted to do before, but he could consider it now, and he thought it would at least be fair — he just stroked Willie’s dick as he brought his own cock up to Willie’s mouth. Its silhouette loomed in the dark in front of Willie’s face.

“What, uh… what are you doing?”

“I am to be putting my penis into your mouth,” he said, cocking his head to the side and frowning as though Willie should have known that. He aimed his rock-hard, uncut cock towards Willie’s mouth. “Do not be embarrassed. I will not tell anyone.” He paused. “It is sucking. The word is blowjob, yes?”


“Do Americans be not doing that?”


“No, I am certain you are doing it. I do not know the words that are right,” Federico said. “Like rap stars do it. On the lowdown.”

“You mean downlow?”

“Yes! Downlow. That is correct and factual,” Federico said. He beamed like he was a detective who had just solved a case. “I am bigger so you will be sucking on me. You have nice big mouth, and no beard to touch me in the penis or dick. I do not like beard hair.”

“Uh… are you going to suck me off too?”

Federico paused. “No. I am bigger than you. Bigger men do not do that in Italy. You will suck my dick now, yes? Do not continue complaining. It is not sexy.”

Willie’s pride told him to demand that Federico share blowjobs. He had never fucked around on the downlow, but if he were going to do it, he wanted to do it equally. He realized that Italian culture didn’t work that way, but Willie didn’t care about that — he wasn’t in Italy, he was in upstate New York.

But Willie’s mind and his body didn’t work together. Willie opened his mouth even as he wanted to make Federico compromise and reciprocate. Federico took Willie’s open mouth as an agreement and aimed his cocktip right for his wiggling tongue and his tight throat.

It was only half-hard, but it was very big so it felt hard right away. Then it got harder and harder as Willie choked on its massive, salty head. It tasted both good and bad, but Willie was focused on his embarrassment — he couldn’t believe he was actually sucking cock. Not only was he giving a man a blowjob, he was giving the weirdo Italian exchange student a blowjob.

He had never even seen (much less tasted) an uncircumcised cock in person, so this was a major shock for him. It tasted clean and fleshy and it pulsated like an alien creature in Willie’s mouth. That foreskin felt like so much extra flesh Willie wondered if it was normal. It didn’t seem right.

“Yes, you are good, William. Very good. I am approving,” Federico said with a groan.

As Willie sucked, Federico continued to jack Willie off, reaching behind himself to do so. He moaned and crooned like he was trying to seduce Willie, who vacillated between finding the sounds disgusting and alarming and finding them arousing and charming. He rubbed Willie’s face with his thumb and stroked his lips.

Then the hand jacking Willie off roamed down to his balls. Federico played with them very briefly before rubbing the taint between Willie’s balls and his ass. Willie’s flesh was very sensitive there, and the touch made Willie shudder with desire. His finger moved lower and lower, closer to Willie’s ass.

“You are nice penis-sucker,” Federico said. His accent was thicker now that he was aroused.

Before Willie could do anything else, Federico’s finger pushed into his ass. It sent a shiver of pain up Willie’s spine, but also a shudder of intense pleasure. He lifted his legs up — again his body acted on instinct even as his mind told him not to — and spread his own asscheeks to give Federico better access to it.

Then Federico pulled his cock away from Willie’s mouth. Thick gobs of saliva connected his lips to Federico’s shaft, until Willie’s hand tentatively stroked that massive meat. He had never felt anything like it, he thought, hot and spasming beneath his fingers, precum dripping in milky rivulets down the shaft, coating his foreskin and Willie’s fingertips. Willie groaned and Federico moaned.

“You are good at being girl-boy,” Federico said. “And you have nice girl-ass. It is… culo grassoccio.” For some reason when he said culo grassoccio, it made Willie grunt and blush, swooning with desire. Italian, he thought, was such a sexy language. Willie didn’t know what Federico said, but it turned him on.

Willie gave up on getting Federico to reciprocate. He decided to just go with the flow. He didn’t know why he was suddenly so willing to let Federico fuck him, but he was — he wanted it more than anything.

“I will do put in your ass,” Federico said softly. Though his tone was low, his words were loud and expressive, and they hung in the air, resonating in Willie’s ears.

As Willie rolled over onto his belly and stuck his ass in the air, Federico pulled out a tube of lube he had snuck over, Willie recalled Federico’s stunning success with girls. He seemed to be able to seduce any woman, from mousy shy nerds to loudmouthed black girls, he got them all. It annoyed their other floormates because, to them, Federico was an annoying weirdo who didn’t do anything right. Somehow the girls just loved him for it.

It had seemed silly when Willie’s other floormates pointed out how successful Federico was. Willie didn’t think it was a real phenomenon — Federico was just handsome, and American women loved Italian men. But he had come to admit that Federico was more than just charming, he was a sexy beast who oozed charisma in his broken English. There was something special there, that was why he was good with girls.

And now he had even seduced Willie, who blushed intensely as he lowered his head to the pillow. Federico gently guided Willie’s hips up in the air, so Federico could kneel on his knees while Willie’s ass lined up with with his cock.

“Here I am, entering you now,” Federico whispered.

A jolt of pain hit Willie’s backside, but it lasted only a moment before a slow, melting sense of pleasure erupted deep within him. It was so potent that it felt faint, too powerful to be palpable at first, growing slowly over time. But Willie could sense how incredible it would be; if he gave it time to blossom, he thought, it would overwhelm anything.

“Va bene. Va bene, it is good,” Federico said. Willie didn’t know what that meant, but he got the impression it was supposed to be soothing.

He was surprised at how little it hurt once Federico got started. He kissed the back of Willie’s neck and rubbed his shoulders as his cock slipped in, centimeter by centimeter.

The pain was still there. It didn’t go away, and it even grew. But it was increasingly overpowered by the intense, throbbing pleasure that made Willie writhe in exquisite agony.

When Federico leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Willie’s chest, Willie moaned. They kissed there, and for Willie, it could have lasted a lifetime. He had never experienced a kiss like that. With his asshole stretching to accept Federico’s Italian cockmeat, Willie experienced an intense connection between them. He could feel every inch of Federico’s muscle and his powerful cock sliding into him, his bulging muscles and the clean sweat that dappled his skin now.

His body hair was no longer a turn-off, and neither were his muscles. Willie could see now why some women were into that. He couldn’t imagine anything he wanted more right now. He couldn’t even remember what he found appealing about girls.

“You have beautiful bottom, William…” Federico murmured. “I will make you feel such pleasure. You will explode onto my hand.”

At last Federico’s hand explored downward. He tweaked each of Willie’s nipples in turn, sending little sparks of bliss through Willie’s body. Willie’s skin puckered and he gasped when he realized where Federico was going.

Federico’s hand grabbed Willie’s cock. He groaned as though touching Willie’s dick was almost enough to send him over the edge. Willie moaned for the same reason.

Again Willie had no idea how long it lasted. His orgasm began from the moment Federico touched his dick. It continued forever, and Willie squirmed within Federico’s grasp. The more he wiggled, the more Federico’s cock moved inside Willie, sending shockwaves of pleasure up his spine, and the more Federico’s breathing sped up as he experienced his own intense orgasmic pleasure.

Willie thought that was it. He didn’t think he could take any more; he didn’t think it was possible to feel more or experience any more intensity shaking his body.

But Federico, it seemed, had other plans. Federico could take Willie to the next level.

And as he began pounding hard onto Willie’s ass, that was exactly what happened. The sensation was so intense that Willie screamed, in shock and pain and bliss and desire and pure, unadulterated lust. He screamed because there was no one in the dorm to hear him anyway, so why not?

His muscles turned to jelly. They were weak and insubstantial compared to Federico’s body anyway. Willie just submitted. He would have collapsed onto the mattress but Federico kept him in position, bent over a pillow with his ass in the air.

The prostate orgasm was so intense that Willie couldn’t even feel Federico’s hand on his cock. He was numb all over, and the only feelings he experienced were the muscle-clenching power of his climax.

“Ah, yes…” Federico’s moan made the hairs on the back of Willie’s neck stand up.

Cum sprayed into the pillow and mattress beneath him, as Willie came first. He bucked his hips, slamming his ass backwards deep onto Federico’s cock as his thick cumwad hit Federico’s fingers. That didn’t slow Federico down at all, and he cooed like he loved the feeling of semen dripping through his fingers.

As though he had been waiting for Willie to bust first — which was, in fact, precisely what he had done — Federico began pounding harder and faster now that Willie was done. He drew his dick up all the way out of Willie’s ass, then slammed his rod back in all at once.

After just a few more of those power-strokes, Federico began his own orgasm. Willie’s head was still groggy and dazed, but he was snapped back into consciousness by the feeling of white-hot cum spreading within him. It was warm and creamy and it seeped into every corner of Willie’s body.

It was an impossibly big load. Willie didn’t know a human male could shoot something so big, so much milky cum that it spread in gobs within him. It dripped down Willie’s thighs and clung to his fine blond hairs, while plastering Federico’s coarser black hairs to his skin.

“You are prestante…”

Then at last it was done. Federico slowly let his cock plop out of Willie’s ass, and when he did, Willie sighed loudly. He had never experienced anything like that — the feeling of his asshole emptying was like scratching a painful itch that Willie didn’t even know he had had.

He collapsed into a moist, sweaty heap on the mattress. He was too tired to do anything but submit as Federico gently caressed his back muscles. Federico kissed him on the spine, his lips traveling down to Willie’s ass. He just kissed each asscheek one time.

“Thank you, William,” Federico said. His velvety voice purred and made Willie desire him all over again.

But Federico just sunk onto the mattress. He wrapped his powerful body around Willie’s. He massaged Willie’s smooth skin and kissed him on the neck. His thick, luxuriant beard scratched at Willie’s face.

“You are very nice,” Federico said. “I was enjoying to be sexing… to be having sexual touching… Uh… I am apologizing. I do not remember my English words right now.”

“That’s okay,” Willie said softly. He hadn’t spoken since this started, and now he blushed. He buried his face in Federico’s biceps, blushing as though he wanted to hide even though they were alone in Willie’s dorm room (and alone on this floor, in this building and on this campus as well). Willie licked the clean sweat that stuck to Federico’s muscle.

“I am glad there was no girl here tonight,” Federico said. He whispered directly in Willie’s ear, making him shudder as aftershocks of orgasm ran through Willie’s body. “You have nice butt and your dick was feeling good in my hand. Maybe we will do this again after you come back from spring break?”

“Yes,” Willie blurted out. “We will. We’ll do this again. Whenever. We’ll find a way. We’ll figure it out. We’re together a lot, so it can’t be that hard. We’re floormates, after all.”