Those 11 Days

By: AWC

When my college told me that my scholarship was approved, it was a very ecstatic news. It meant I was to go to Canada from this little small European country. My University tuition, dorm expenses including the food charges were all taken care plus a reasonable amount as pocket money and the incidental expenses was also fixed. There was only one hitch. My college counselor explained it to me very clearly that there were a good number of foreigner students as usual this year as well and so to make it easy for some friends coming together or some students, who were from the same country wanting to share the room with their country man, soon as the students were received by the Canadian University, they will offer you an official paper which if filled and submitted in the next 2 weeks any requested room adjustment would be easily made. If not; whatever groups made by the Canadian University to share the room shall stay the same. I did not know any other student, so I was told that I shall have to do nothing if I did not want to change the room partner. I had no idea who was ***********ed to be my roommate and I did not intend to do any crazy thing to stir a whole lot of things. I was glad going far away to Calgary and did not care who I shall room with in the hostel or the dorm as they called it.

Nigel Goldman was a British guy. Almost 21 like me but slightly huskier, heavier than my frame. He had dark black hair like me but his eyes were blue against mine almost hazel plus he was an unblemished white colored guy while I was slightly Olive Brown colored due to a bit over-roasting at the beaches and relatively much warmer weather in my homeland.

We hit it off great from the day one. We had totally different subjects but our schedule of classes were nearly identical. We had to adjust the timings and by 7:00 AM, we were down in the cafeteria to hit the classes by 8:00 AM. We both had the same time lunch break and saw each other for lunch once again in the cafeteria. My computer lab period was delayed by almost half an hour and by the time I came to the room, Nigel was usually laying in the bed and almost ready to doze off. He had set the alarm and I did not need to set a different alarm. Sometimes, I shall get up before Nigel after hearing his alarm while on some days he would jump out of the bed before me to go for sports and other physical exercises. We both had developed the habit of being in the bed totally nude and mostly both of us had a wood sticking out hard from our bodies. After a day or two, it was no big deal because we both knew that it was very normal for most of the guys to be sleeping naked and to bring it up for discussion would be considered sissy or at least weird, no less.

Seeing the cocks hard all the time, we both kidded with each other, saying if we could not arrange to bring in at least one girl for fucking, we should at least start masturbating together. Nigel had talked to me about the girls, he often fucked back home and always said that he will arrange some girl to come in and we could fuck her together. He had been boasting of having a threesome sex more often than the times he fucked the girls as one on one. In response, I only sighed and had to confess that I was not virgin but had not had dipped into a cunt for almost a year. There was no reason for me to tell him that I was a Bisexual, rather I was more like a gay boy because I enjoyed to fuck a guy in the ass far more than fucking a pussy or fucking a girl in her ass.

Couple of months passed by. A few things were not supposed to happen and they never did like Nigel never arranged a girl for us to fuck together and we almost forgot that he had boasted about it. One thing that was sure to happen, it happened. I would come to the dorm room and mostly see Nigel sleeping by then. On his bed, he would be on his side and his very pretty, the most fuck-worthy ass would be out of bed-sheet and on the other side his knees would be folded and a nice at least 6 inch hard cock would be dangling over his big balls.