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Ever since I can remember, the thought of being a state highway patrolman consumed me. I think it had something to do with watching all those old highway patrol movies from the ‘50s and ‘60s that got me going. The absolute thrill of tracking down a criminal and putting them behind bars sent chills up my spine. It would be my job to personally hunt down every lawbreaker and see that they never saw the light of day again.

During high school, I spent most of my time researching what it would take to become a highway patrolman. First and foremost, I had to get a good education. Seemed the highway patrol liked individuals who had a solid background in human behavior. And while I didn’t really give a shit about human behavior (just arrest the assholes), I nevertheless began the process of learning all I could about what makes people tick.

I was also fortunate to receive some expert counseling during my senior year in high school. Like what courses to take in college that would prepare me for my lifelong quest of taking down the bad guys. And for that, I am grateful.

My parents weren’t too thrilled about my career choice, but nevertheless supported my desire to become a state highway patrolman. I think dad wanted me to become a lawyer, noting I could accomplish my desire to protect society by becoming a county prosecutor. We had a long talk about this before I left for college, and I agreed to keep an open mind. Dad thought that even though I was majoring in sociology, I could apply that to law school if after four years of college I decided to change my mind about the highway patrol. This was a doubtful scenario to say the least.

When I went to college, I made myself a commitment: No cigarettes, no drugs, no booze, and absolutely no women. I was there to accomplish one thing, which was to get the best grades and prepare myself for the highway patrol. Women, as we all know, are nothing by trouble. And besides, I’d have plenty of opportunities after college to court the women, especially given the fact I’d be sporting the nifty uniform of a state trooper. Women love a guy in uniform, don’t they?

To give me an edge at college, my dad had agreed to foot the bill for a private room in the dorm. This would allow me to study in peace and not be bothered by other students who didn’t have quite the dedication to education that I did. Additionally, I could come and go as I pleased, not having to worry about the habits of a roommate.

Now then, there was one problem with my commitment of no women; satisfying my out of control sexual urges. This was easily accomplished however, by masturbating myself once and sometimes twice a day. A private room gave me ample opportunity as well as “doing it” on my schedule. There were times when I was so horny, I would dash back to the dorm between classes and jack off. But I would always return to my studies.

During college, I made it a habit to workout at the gym almost daily. It was my intent to build my muscles up and be in top condition when it came to making application to the highway patrol. I figured the combination of brains and body would give me an edge over other applicants. I had also learned that the highway patrol only took one out of five applications, so the competition was definitely stiff.

By the time my senior year rolled around, I had accomplished most everything I’d set out to do. First, I had an almost perfect academic record, which didn’t go unnoticed by my dad. He was really on my case to consider law school. In the spirit of compromise, we agreed that, should I be rejected from the highway patrol, it was understood I would attend law school. A miserable thought, indeed.

During the fall semester of my senior year, I made application to the state highway patrol. First I had to take a series of exams, which I passed with flying colors. Additionally, it was necessary for me to take several personality tests, apparently to demonstrate I was normal in every respect. I actually fudged some of these tests, giving information and answers that I knew they were looking for. Shortly before the December break, I traveled to the state capitol to have a series of interviews. And while the tests were important, I figured out right away that the interview could either make or break my chances. As it turned out, I flew right through the interviews with no problems whatsoever. Again, I gave them the answers they were looking for. I figured once I was on the patrol, I could do any damn thing I wanted … like profiling, which was an apparently not encouraged.

Before returning to college for my final semester, I received notification that I’d been accepted to the academy. I think dad was a bit disappointed that I’d not be attending law school, but both my parents supported my decision. One more semester of college, and I’d be on my way to busting every lawbreaker in the state!

Upon returning to college in January, I grabbed my things from the car and headed to my room in the dorm. Just as I was entering the elevator, the dorm manager called out my name.

“Hey Shawn … can I see you for a moment?” The dorm manager was an asshole. During my junior year, I had an altercation with him regarding all the noise on my floor. He refused to do anything about it, saying that this was college and I should expect some rowdiness every once in a while.

“Yeah … sure … what’s up?”

“Shawn, I have a problem. The dorm is over capacity for this semester and I desperately need some space. I was wondering if you’d be willing to share your room?”

“Ah … I don’t think so. I’m paying for a private room, you know.”

“Yeah, I know that Shawn. But here’s the deal. If you agree to share your room, I will refund your money for this semester. You can live here for nothing.” Well, that was an interesting thought. This might not be such a bad deal … I mean, it would give me seed money for when I left college, and dad wouldn’t have to know anything about it.

“Well … Okay, but you better get me a decent roommate. I don’t want someone who might be here for a 24/7 party.”

“You’re the best Shawn … I’ve got a guy already who desperately needs a place to land. I think he’d down in the cafeteria.”

“Well, send him up.” As I entered the elevator, I wondered whether or not I’d made the right decision. I valued my privacy and didn’t want some jerk interfering with my activities. But to get that refund would make quite a difference to me financially.

About fifteen minutes later there was a knock on the door. “Come in … it’s open!”

“Hi! I’m Chuck!” I introduced myself to Chuck, who announced he was a transfer from junior college. Chuck seemed like an OK guy and was about my size and weight. It was apparent he worked out, given the size of his arms and chest. During the next hour, I helped Chuck unload his car and get settled in the room. Chuck was very respectful of my rights as the “owner” of the room, asking periodically if he could “do this” or “put this here.” And I appreciated his courtesy.

After the evening meal, I announced to Chuck that I’d be going to the gym to work out.

“Oh … would it be okay if I went with you?” Well, why not. He had as much right to use the school gym as anyone. We both changed clothes and headed to the gym.

Chuck was more developed that I had originally observed. His legs were massive and his stomach was well developed, but no more than mine. We worked out for several hours and then returned to the dorm.

“Guess I’ll take a shower.” Chuck started to strip out of his clothes.

“Yeah … me to!” I dumped my gym clothes in the bottom of my closet and wrapped a towel around my waist. Chuck grabbed a towel and did the same. We then headed down to the restroom, which had a communal shower. I’d kind of gotten use to this arrangement, but would be glad to eventually have some privacy in my own apartment.

Entering the shower, we both turned on the water and lathered up. I was pretty proud of my body, but was not an exhibitionist. Chuck apparently was, given the fact he had no inhibitions whatsoever. His attention to his groin area was particularly erotic. By the time we had finished, Chuck had a semi-hardon, which I pretended not to notice.

Returning to the dorm room, I dumped my towel and put on a pair of boxers. Chuck did the same. I decided to get a head start on the semester and read several chapters in a text called “Understanding Psychopaths.” I understood psychopaths all right … track them down, put them in jail, and throw away the key. But no, we’re supposed to have some sympathy for these motherfuckers. Just wait until I become a law enforcement officer. In the meantime, Chuck was playing solitaire on the computer.

After several chapters in my text, I decided it was time to get some sleep. I shut off my bed light, said goodnight to Chuck, and closed my eyes. Then it occurred to me: Having Chuck as a roommate would limit my opportunity to jack off. This was a problem.

Several weeks passed, and I felt like I was preparing for the priesthood. My balls were about ready to explode. I must relieve myself … and soon.

Returning to the dorm room after the noon meal, I decided to cut class and take care of some personal business … like jacking off. I knew Chuck had a 1pm class and he wouldn’t be back to the room much before 2:30pm. Now was my opportunity. I removed all my clothes and lay down on my bed. My dick got immediately hard and I applied some lubricant to the head of my mushroom cock. Slowly, I began masturbating myself. It felt so good! Several minutes passed, as I moved my hand back and forth on the shaft of my dick, being careful not to cum too soon. It’d been so long since I’d cum, I was expecting an explosion. As was my custom, I stuck some lubricant up my ass and fingered myself as I jacked off. I’m not sure what started this, but it sure felt good!

Just as I was getting into my afternoon activity, the door opened! It was Chuck!

“Oh … excuse me.” He immediately backed up and shut the door. Shit! I’d been busted! I knew it was a bad idea to have a roommate … I’m not sure the refund of my board and room was worth it. What would I do now? I stopped immediately, wiped myself off, and got dressed. Better go square things with Chuck.

Leaving the dorm room, I found Chuck in the television lounge watching one of those soap operas.

“Hey man … sorry ‘bout that.”

“It’s no problem Shawn … I mean--we all have needs you know.”

“Yeah, but it was embarrassing. What’d you doing back to the dorm anyway?”

“Well, the professor didn’t show up, so we all left class.”

“Oh … I see. Well, we might as well go back to the room.” I grabbed a textbook and started study. Chuck got on the computer and was playing solitaire. Chuck wasn’t quite the serious student I was, but he did study once in a while. Fifteen or so minutes passed, without a word from either Chuck or myself. Finally, Chuck spoke.

“You know Shawn, if you want to finish what you were doing, I’d be glad to leave the room.” He paused several seconds, and then continued. “Or, if you want some company, I’d be glad to join you.”

Holy shit! You think Chuck might be queer? It then occurred to me that if I was horny all the time, most other men my age were too.

“Ah … well …”

“It’s not a big deal Shawn … we all do it.”

“Yeah, that’s probably true Chuck … but not with an audience.”

“So you want me to leave?” I quickly remembered those high school circle jerks with some of my buddies. What the hell? Might as well have some company.

“No … but for god sakes, don’t tell anyone.” Chuck got up and hit the deal bolt on the door. And then he got right down to business. It took him about thirty seconds to get completely naked. Of course I’d seen Chuck naked before in the shower, but he looked a little different this time … don’t know why. Chuck sat on the side of his bed, playing with himself, as I ripped off my clothes. My dick immediately got hard. By now, Chuck also had an erection, which I noticed was about the same size as mine.

“Lubricant?” I coated the head of my dick and tossed the lubricant across the room to Chuck. He too greased himself up and began slowing jacking off. Several minutes passed, in silence.

“You ever fucked a chick, Shawn?” Chuck continued to beat off.

“Nope! Women are nothing but trouble.”

“Yeah … I agree. They can make your life miserable.” Chuck by now had gone to a horizontal position on the bed, staring at the ceiling as he masturbated himself. Several more minutes passed, as we both did what young men do.

“Shawn … have you ever had a blow job?”

“Nope! Never have.” I assumed Chuck was just trying to make conversation as we collectively jacked ourselves off.

“Well … you want one?” Shit! What the fuck was this all about. Chuck was queer!

“Ah … I don’t think so, Chuck.”

“That’d be up to you pal … but I guarantee you’ll love it.” An interesting scenario indeed, but something I had no intention of participating in. It was bad enough that I was having a circle jerk; it’s quite something else to have a guy suck your dick. Several more minutes passed, again in silence.

“Last chance, Shawn. Suck or not to be sucked.” My mind was running a warp speed. I decided to take a chance.

“Well … okay … but you better not tell anyone, or I’ll fucking murder your ass.”

“No problem, Shawn.” Chuck got up from his bed and approached me.”

“Sit up, Shawn.” Chuck positioned himself on his knees between my legs. When he touched my dick, it almost exploded. And then, when Chuck lifted my dick into his mouth, I though I would pass out! He began sucking on my cock, slowly moving back and forth, licking the head once in a while. He cupped my balls in one hand and directed my dick into his mouth with the other. I threw my head back, as if I was about to be rocketed into space. I couldn’t believe the sensation, as Chuck continued to suck my dick.

Several more minutes passed, as Chuck performed his magic on my dick. And then suddenly, I knew it was time.

“Chuck … Chuck … I’m going to cum … I’M GOING TO CUM! RIGHT NOW!” Chuck continued to suck my dick, as it exploded with a mound of cum directly down his throat. Without missing a beat, Chuck sucked me dry as I fell backwards on my bed, sweating like pig about to be slaughtered. Chuck lifted his mouth off my cock and stood up, still with a hardon.

“So what’d you think, Shawn?”

“Jesus fucking Christ, man … that was unbelievable!”

“Yeah … so what’d I tell you?”

“Man … you were right … I couldn’t believe it!” I was totally exhausted, but felt like a million bucks. This was even better than sticking my finger up my ass. My dick had now returned to its normal state.

“So … you want to try it on me?” There stood Chuck in front of me with his fully erect dick waiting to be serviced.

“Ah … no, not really.”

“Come on, man … you need to return the favor.” Chuck had a point, but I was very hesitant to actually put his dick into my mouth.

“Well, okay … what should I do?” Chuck explained that I should just suck on his cock and lick it occasionally. I then sat up on my bed, as Chuck stood before me. Slowly, I lifted his dick by my right hand and placed it into my mouth. Chuck grabbed my head with both hands, and guided me onto his dick. Silence, once again.

Several minutes passed, and then it occurred to me. Chuck might actually cum in my mouth. This was unacceptable. I lifted off of Chuck’s cock.

“Don’t you fucking dare cum in my mouth, or it’ll be the last blow job you get from me.”

“Yeah … okay … don’t worry.” And true to his word, Chuck withdrew just prior to exploding all over the floor.

Chuck wiped up his mess and put a towel around his waist.

“How ‘bout a shower, Shawn?”

“Yeah … good idea.”

Later that evening, Chuck and I went to the gym to work out. I couldn’t believe I’d actually sucked another man’s dick. What if the highway patrol found out? Chuck had been sworn to secrecy, and I had no reason to not believe his commitment.

So from that day forward, Chuck and I periodically jacked off together and gave each other head. I had decided there was basically nothing wrong with this activity; simply two guys taking care of their sexual needs. And besides, it wasn’t as if I was a queer … or was I? Nope, just some healthy sexual activity; I mean, who were we hurting?

And then one night, things went a step further. I was lying on the side of my bed, as Chuck was on his knees sucking my dick. As he played with my balls, his finger found its way to my asshole.

“Don’t do that, Chuck.”

“You sure? It’ll feel good … guarantee.” Since I had occasionally fingered my asshole, I knew exactly how it felt. Well … might as well.

Chuck greased up his finger and inserted it into my butthole. I nearly jumped off the bed! The combination of having your dick sucked and your hole fucked by a finger was unbelievable! I was sure to cum any minute.

After several minutes of this dual activity, Chuck pulled his finger out of my asshole and his mouth off my dick. He stood up, towering over me with his customary hardon.

“You want me to fuck your ass, Shawn?” Chuck had managed by this time to get me so excited; I didn’t much care what he did. I just need to get off … and quickly!

“Anything Chuck … just get me off!” Chuck applied some more lubricant to his cock, and lifted my legs up onto his shoulders.

“This might hurt a bit.”

“Whatever! Just get me off … NOW!” I felt Chuck’s dick touch my virgin asshole, as he moved slowly back and forth. Suddenly, I felt his cock enter my butt … and it hurt something awful!

“Take it out! TAKE IT OUT!” Chuck retreated, and told me to relax. Once again, his dick penetrated my asshole, but his time it wasn’t so painful. I’d had my finger up my butt on many occasions, but there’s quite a difference between an index finger and a seven-inch hard dick. Slowly, Chuck was able to insert the entire length of his dick into my hole. God it felt good! What a fucking sensation. As Chuck continued to fuck my ass, I began jacking myself off. Several minutes later, I blew my load all over my stomach, just as Chuck withdrew his dick and likewise came on my stomach. We were both exhausted.

So during my final semester of college, I had gone from straight to slut! Chuck and I had sex almost on a daily basis. We couldn’t get enough of each other. I figured this was just one of those silly phases I was going through … good thing I’d taken all those human behavior courses.

As the semester came to a close, Chuck and I sucked each other’s dicks for the last time and said our goodbyes. Chuck would be back at school the following September; by that time, I was hoping to be a full-fledged highway patrolman. Let’s hope Chuck keeps to himself our little extra circular activities.

Part 2 will follow.