I unlocked the door to my dorm room and saw what looked like a hallway. I stepped in and found that it was a hallway with a small closet to my immediate left, a built-in chest of drawers next, and then the bed. About 18 inches between the bed and the wall gave me just enough room to wiggle to the study area. At least there was a window. I could look out at the sky from the u-shaped desk. If I put my head right next to the window, I could see the ground twelve floors below.
While this arrangement wasn’t what I had hoped for, at least I had no roommate. I was tired of roommates. During my freshman year, my roommate snored. I had to sleep with earplugs. Plus he was messy. In my sophomore year, my roommate brought girls to the room, and not just on Fridays or Saturdays, but anytime he ran into one that was willing to suck him off or get fucked. He bragged that he had the biggest dick on campus, and while it was on the large size, I think that the extra 3 inches of foreskin often fooled the girls. It was a hideous monster that I wouldn’t have touched no matter how desperate.
My junior year was the true deciding factor. My roommate was ordinary, maybe even on the slightly unattractive side. His thinking power was also problematic. He was always in the room and quiet, so that was a plus. My physics lab partner, a guy named Beau, was a gorgeous man. Athletic and smart, with perfect teeth, a great smile, he was the kind of guy to take home to meet the parents, well, if the parents hadn’t kicked you out for being gay. As for being gay, he made hints that he was. I was honest that I was, and the flirting that took place between us gave me the hardest of erections. On a Friday after lunch, and after completing our lab write-up, I kissed him and told him how I had grown to have deep feelings for him. We planned to get together after dinner and explore our feelings.
I came back to the dorm room, sopping wet from a downpour, to find his cock buried in my roommate’s cunt. It turned out he was an FTM and had been lusting after Beau since their first meeting. I believe he also told me that he was just ‘warming him up for me.’ If I were prone to violence, they’d have met an early demise.
So, now I started my first year in grad school with no roommate and not much room. I met my fellow students, most of them seniors within the first few days. Only one other room on our floor was a single like mine. As far as the other men were concerned, most were rather healthy, average to slightly good looking; most seemed straight, but who can tell for sure. And all were seniors.
One man stood out, or perhaps I should say, he didn’t stand out. He was 5 foot 1, about 120 pounds of pure muscle, except for the hair that covered his chest. His hair was a little long; he wore glasses, and he was handsome as fuck. Just glancing over at him made my dick twitch and begin to harden. He also had a girlfriend. She wasn’t ugly, just plain, and she hung onto him as though she were a blowfly and he had shit smeared in his hair. His name was Ryan.
At dinner-time, she would often come in later than most people and take over conversations. Maybe I was critical because I wanted him to dump her and come over to my side. Every now and then I would see him glance over my way. Was that a look of desperation on his face? I knew I could help him, or at least help him out. About six weeks into the semester, his girlfriend let everyone know she was angry because he had decided to buy a boat rather than an engagement ring. I said nothing, but I was laughing inside.
My days and nights were filled with my studies, so my only chance to fantasize was at dinner and just before bedtime. And so it went, day after day, week after week, until about halfway through the semester.
Liam, the jock on our floor, invited me to a party to mark the middle of the semester. He told me there’d be fun and games and some drinking, but not a lot. I let him know that I didn’t drink, and he told me that it was cool.
I’m not exactly sure what happened to me that Friday. I was planning to go to the party, but I guess I was really tired after dinner, and I fell asleep in my room. I had the strangest dreams. Liam and one of the other guys from the floor, I think it was Floyd, came and took me to a place where all the men were naked. They insisted that I had to be naked, too. So I removed my clothing without a second thought. I was surprised that I was sporting a boner, a really stiff boner. Liam commented that he was jealous, and he stroked me a few times.
I noticed a man in the corner on a table. His legs were being held apart by two men, and someone was fucking him. Then I noticed that there were two other men in the corner of the room. Liam took me over to the first man.
“It’s your turn now. He wants you to fuck him. You want to fuck him, don’t you?”
“I don’t understand,” I said. I looked down, and the man was being held down, and it looked like Ryan. “Why is Ryan there?”
“Because he wants you to breed him. He wants to have your babies. You want to give him your cock, don’t you.”
“Yeah. I’ve wanted to be inside Ryan from the first time I saw him. He’s so sexy and cute.”
“Now’s your chance,” said Liam.
“Why are his lips so orange?”
“Don’t worry; they’re not orange. You’re confused. Now, put your dick in him and give him what he wants; what he needs.”
I pushed my dick into him, and it felt really good. I put my hands on Ryan’s chest. “You know Ryan,” I told him. “I wish you had told me. I think I’m falling in love with you, and we could do this without all these people watching us.” I laughed.
I felt Ryan wiggle beneath my hands, and then I came.
“Whoa. I didn’t mean to do that so soon. Fuck that was good.” I leaned forward at the blur in front of me. “I love you, Ryan.”
Then the room began to spin, and the dream must have ended.
I woke up the next morning with a splitting headache. I took a quick shower and headed to breakfast. The floor seemed deserted. The cafeteria was buzzing. I got a crescent roll, some melon, and a cup of coffee with some milk, and went to join the crowd.
I noticed several people point to me and laugh. Had I forgotten to comb my hair? Was my shirt inside out?
I sat down and took a sip of coffee. A glance around proved that there were a lot of people looking at me. “What’s the gag?” I looked at the guys from my floor. Then I noticed Ryan seated between two of them; his head was turned down, and he was staring at the floor.
“You haven’t heard?” asked Liam.
“No, I’m out of the loop on this one.”
Liam began to laugh. “Too bad you don’t follow me on Instagram.”
I saw Ryan get up and leave.
I finished my roll and fruit, took the last swig of my coffee, and was about to leave when Ethan, the guy who lived in the room next to mine, leaned forward. “Danny, Ryan wants you to meet him in your room. Right now.”
I headed upstairs. My head was still throbbing. I wondered whether I should take another hot shower and sleep in for the rest of the morning.
I found Ryan standing at my door. “Good morning.”
He just glared at me. I got the uneasy feeling that he knew about the dream I’d had last night. I opened the door and let him in. He walked to the study area.
“Fuck. This room is small,” he said.
“Yeah. You have something on your mind, I take it. What is it?”
“That’s right. I’ve got a couple of things on my mind. I’m going back and forth as to which is more important to me.”
I sat on my bed. “Do you want to have a seat?”
“No, I don’t think so.” Ryan looked out the window then back at the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked down. “Did you mean what you said?”
I began to think back. What had I said?
“Look. I know you were drunk, and I know I agreed to play Liam’s stupid game, but I wasn’t expecting that.”
“Ryan, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t drink. I don’t know what game; I don’t ever remember playing any games with you.”
“You were so drunk you don’t remember?”
“I’ve never been drunk,” I told him. “I don’t drink. My grandparents were killed by a drunk driver. I’ve never had a drink. I don’t even drink wine.”
“You’re lying to me. Liam told me that you would never admit you were gay, and now you won’t admit you were drunk and fucked me at the party last night.
“Wait a minute here. I didn’t go to the party last night. I felt sick after dinner, and I came in here and fell asleep. I will admit that I had some weird dreams and that you were in them, but…”
Ryan began to play a video. I saw what looked like me, drunk, telling Ryan that I loved him and then fucking him. He had an orange ball in his mouth. How could someone video my dream?
“That’s my dream, Ryan. I don’t understand. How is that possible? I’m still asleep, and this is part of the dream, isn’t it? That’s the only explanation.
Ryan slapped me. “I give you my cherry, and you spout nonsense.”
“Hey, guys, just a minute. This has gone too far.” It was Liam. “OK. Listen up, here’s how it went down. Ryan told me that he broke up with the possessive girl because he was finding himself drawn to you, Danny. I figured if I got you drunk, just a little tipsy, we could find out the truth. I’d take you in a room where Ryan is naked and tell you he wants your fuck and see what happens. Then you tell me you don’t drink. I think that slipping you a couple of downers would do the trick, only you got really weird, and strong. You fucked Ryan good and long and hard. It’s a wonder he didn’t split in half. I had him wearing a gag so he couldn’t say anything to you.
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“The whole thing was videoed, but only Ryan got a copy. I showed it to a few of the guys, and that’s why they were looking at you. Well, and the guys who were in on it know heard you confess undying love and then fuck him like a rabbit.”
“Get the hell out of my room, Liam.”
“As for you Ryan, coming out is difficult. It can turn your world upside down. It can also lead to great things when you’re with the right people. I was out at my last school. I decided to just keep things to myself while I was here.”
“Have I messed up your plans?” Ryan was quiet. “Do you want me to go, Danny?”
“No. I think I need to tell you what I’m thinking and feeling, and I need you to do the same. So, first of all, I found you attractive from the start. I would have talked to you and maybe asked you out if you had been single. I don’t want to date guys who are in relationships. I didn’t realize that you had broken up with her, but I’m pretty sure I would have approached you.”
Ryan looked at me and bit his lower lip. I saw his eyes get misty. “I’ve been trying to...I mean, I knew…” He looked away. “I’m not sure why this is so hard; you already know.”
I took his hand. “Putting it in words isn’t always easy.”
“I guess I’ve always known, but I didn’t want to be this way. When I first saw you, things seemed different. The gay people I’d known were always so different. Acting girly. I didn’t want to be like that, but after I met you, I started to imagine myself that same as I am, but with you. You made me feel strange inside but in a good way. I kept thinking that I could be happy instead of stressing all the time.
“That’s when I told her that I wanted a boat when she started talking about shopping for rings. I did want a boat; I always have, but it pissed her off and she went away. That was last week. I was going crazy trying to think of how to find out if you were interested. Liam told me he thought I was getting overstressed from school, so he offered me a drink. I don’t remember how much I actually drank, but it loosened my tongue, and I told him.”
“Which was probably his plan. He doesn’t seem like the philanthropist type to me.”
“Things didn’t go the way he said they would, either. He told me he would get you a little drunk and bring you into the room to see me naked. I’d be held by two other guys. He told me to play struggle. He said he would ask you whether you thought I was cute and ask you what you wanted to do to me. I don’t know what I was thinking. I thought it would be fun, and with your inhibitions down, you’d tell me the truth, and then I’d know.
“Instead, they held me down and stuffed a ball in my mouth so I couldn’t talk. Another guy kept rubbing my ass with lube and sticking his finger in me. It felt good.” Ryan began to sob softly. “I’m so embarrassed that it felt good.”
“No. No. No. Don’t be embarrassed. Getting fingered does feel good, but that doesn’t make it right. You didn’t give your permission, so it was assault.”
“Then you came in. You were naked and so absolutely sexy. I couldn’t believe how good you looked, I mean, you’re so handsome and sexy every day, but…
“I find you handsome and sexy, too.”
“You told me.”
“Oh. Shit. I fucked you.” The realization stung me. I really thought it was a dream.
“I know. It was my first time. And Danny, I liked it. Because it was you, and you told me you liked me and thought I was sexy. I know you were completely aware, at least, I know that now, you know, because of the drugs.” Ryan looked down at the floor again. “I’m rambling.”
“It’s OK,” I told him.
There was a knock at the door, and the door opened just a crack. “It’s Liam. Can I say something?”
I went to the door. “Sure. What is it?”
He came in but remained next to the door. Ryan squeezed in next to me, and I put my arm around him and held him to me.
“Hey, guys, I’m sorry. Really. I was just talking to my brother and telling him about this. I knew from the first time I saw Danny look at Ryan that he was interested, and when Ryan told me that he liked Danny, I wanted to do something elaborate and funny, and I realized as I was trying to explain it to my brother that it was wrong. And I am truly sorry, guys.”
“I’d like to say I can forgive you, Liam, but my head is still spinning from all this,” I said. And, in my head, I’m thinking that he brutalized Ryan.
“You know,” said Ryan, “I want to move past this and focus on other things. I want to believe you didn’t mean to hurt anyone; although, we’re old enough to know that drugging people is pretty stupid.”
“Yeah,” agreed Liam. “My brother thinks you should press charges.” Liam began to cry. “I really fucked this up. Not only with what I did to you two, but I’ve lost my brother’s respect, and I’m just really, really sorry.”
“Go take a shower, Liam. A long, hot one.” Ryan reached out and patted his arm. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”
I closed and locked the door after he left.
Ryan looked up at me. “I really don’t want to think about him anymore today.” He turned and snaked back to the bed. He sat at the edge again and looked down at his feet. “You know what I really want?”
“What’s that?” I smiled.
“I want a peanut buster parfait from Dairy Queen and I want to feel your hairy chest against my cheek.” Ryan laughed.
“That’s easy, of course, it makes you a pretty cheap date.”
“Oh, that’s just for starters.”
“Well,” I pulled my shirt off and laid on the bed. “Put your head on my chest and give me your list.”
“You’re not drugged now,” Ryan said quietly.
“No,” I replied.
“Do you still want me?”
“I haven’t stopped wanting you since I first saw you.” I felt his hand slip under the elastic waistband of my athletic shorts. I reached down and squeezed his ass cheek.
“I…” Ryan stuttered.
I reached down and pulled the rest of my clothes off. I was next to him and completely naked. “Take your shirt off,” I commanded.
Ryan looked up at me, then he sat up and pulled the t-shirt over his head. I moved and kissed his left nipple.
“Are you going to…”
“No.” I reached into his pants and wrapped my hands around his cock. It was already mostly hard, but it became fully erect in my hand. “I want you to take your pants off.” He did as I asked. “Now, there's a little box under the bed. Take the lubricant out.” He did, and as he got on the bed, I pulled him between my legs. “I want you to lube my ass.”
“What? But…”
“You’re going to fuck me, Ryan.”
“But I’ve never done that.”
“I have a feeling that you’re going to be a natural.”
And he was.
