The day I returned to campus, I ended up so angry at my roommate that I had to leave my room. By the time I got back, his parents were gone and he was asleep in bed. I had calmed down some, but I still wanted to grab him and slap him around. Instead, I went into pissed off silent mode. I avoided Albert. If he was in the room when I arrived, I picked up or dropped off something insignificant and headed out again. I knew I needed to talk to him.
Two days later, he said, “You've been upset about something, and I want to know what it is. I don’t want to start the semester with whatever it is hanging over our heads. Besides, you’re supposed to go down to the beach house with me during Spring Break.” He paused. “It’s your turn to talk.”
I turned and looked at him. “You told your mother that I have a big dick, and she made a comment about it.”
“She told you?” Albert’s face turned red.
“Yeah, she did. I’m not sure I can explain…”
“You were embarrassed. I’m sorry. She wasn’t supposed to tell you that I said that. Look, she keeps asking me whether I’m gay. She has done it since I was in high school, and the last time she did and I told her no, she asked me whether I had noticed my roommate’s dick. I thought it was a trap. If I said I hadn’t noticed, she’d know I was lying because guys check each other out even if they aren’t interested. I mean, how can two guys living together not notice the other one. So I told her that I’d see you naked getting out of the shower and you looked pretty big to me, but that I wasn’t interested. That’s all it was. I swear.”
“The whole thing, the interaction with your mom, has made me really uncomfortable. I guess I had imagined that you had been talking about me, and I let my… I don’t know. I should have talked to you about it right away.”
“I’m sorry, Jason. Really I am.”
“It’s OK. I understand how you felt trapped, and you wouldn’t have expected it to go any further.”
“Thanks. I really think you’re a good friend. I think so many of the other guys who I hung out with only did it because they were hoping for an interview with my dad for a job after college. I mean it when I say that if they were beneficiaries on my life insurance policy, some of them would kill me to get a little money.”
“I would never kill you. Not even for money.” I smiled. “Now, as for talking about my enormous genitals.”
Albert laughed. “I didn’t say they were enormous. Just a bit big.”
I began to laugh as well
“You probably saw them when it was cold. My dick really is gigantic. Want to see?”
“I’ll tell you what. If I ever want to see a mutant dick, I’ll do an Internet search. You should probably upload a pic of that dick of yours so the whole world can be in awe.”
“Fuck you,” I laughed. The anger that built up so fast that I wanted to fuck him to death had passed pretty quickly. The incident with his mother was in the past, and I wasn’t about to let something like that happen again.
The semester, once started, seemed to zip by. My romantic life was nil. Colton texted from time to time, but he didn’t mention Christmas or getting together during summer. I mentioned that I might want to take some summer classes, and I could request a room by myself so there would be room for him to visit, but he gave no indication that he was interested in doing that.
Albert’s friends were their usual asshole selves. In fact, Steve seemed to be a little more vicious about my not having a girlfriend. Aaron, who seemed to be the quiet one of that group, told him to shut up and leave me alone. Phil, the red-head who had more freckles than anyone I’d ever met, agreed and let Steve know that the joke was worn-out and wasn’t that funny to begin with. Albert knew that Steve was a jerk, but he was often partnered with him for projects in their financing class, and he asked me to ignore his remarks. “Afterall, remember that it’s you who’s going with me to the beach house, not Steve.”
As for sex, well I kept wondering where all the sex they warned us about was hiding. During freshman orientation, one of the speeches was about all the wanton sex that took place on campus with a warning about safety. So far, the condoms they gave each of us after the speech were going to expire before I had a chance to use them. I had worries that my right arm was going to be more muscular than my left. My only encounter before spring break took place in the Student Union. I bought a couple of blue books for exams that were coming up, and as I stood staring out into the large entryway trying to decide whether to head back to my dorm room.
An average-looking guy wearing jeans and a grey hoodie came up next to me. He didn’t look at me and spoke in a low voice. I had the impression that he didn’t want anyone to know that he was speaking to me. Perhaps it was so he could take off if I didn’t respond well to what he wanted to say.
“You’re really hot,” he said.
I waited for him to say more, but he didn’t. “Thanks.” I turned to look at him. “We’re allowed to have a conversation here.”
He glanced over at me and turned slightly. “I just,” he stammered.
“What are you looking for?” I asked.
His Adam's apple moved up and down his thin neck as he swallowed.
“Want me to follow you back to your room?”
“No,” he whispered. “I have to meet a study group here in about thirty minutes.”
“Did you want to ask me out on a date?”
He seemed surprised that I would consider that a possibility.
“My name’s Jason.”
“I’m Leonard.”
“So, Leonard, what are you looking for?”
His cheeks reddened. “Give you a handjob or maybe…” His voice trailed off.
“OK. Where?” I thought it was kind of cute the way he seemed to be embarrassed, but then I realized that it was taking a lot for him to ask me.
“Third floor. There’s a room.”
“Lead the way.” I followed him up the stairs and down a hallway of study rooms that were dimly lit and seldom used. He opened the last door on the right, and we stepped into a smaller room with no window.
“This one can lock from the inside.” He closed the door and clicked on the light. A small wooden table stood in the center of the room. No chairs or other furniture were present. Leonard turned to face me. I stepped closer to him. He reached forward and touched my crotch with the palm of his hand. “I’ve never done this. I’ve only seen it on my computer.”
I brushed my fingers through his hair. His eyes locked with mine, and I brushed my lips against his. I sensed his body shudder. I kissed him a little harder. He was inexperienced and his mouth replicated mine. His hand tried to grab my swelling member through my pants. I reached around and squeezed his ass cheeks. Both of us let out a quiet moan.
I released his ass and unbuttoned the top of my pants. Leonard struggled with the zipper, so I pushed it down. He moved his hand over my underwear before pulling the underwear and pants down to expose my erection. His hand was cool as he wrapped his fingers around my shaft. His breathing became more rapid.
“Is this OK?” he asked me.
I wrapped my hand around his. “It’s perfect.” I continued to kiss him as he gently moved his hand in short strokes. My desire to fuck him began to grow. I slipped my mouth from his and sucked his ear lobe between my teeth. “You’re driving me crazy,” I told him. “I want to fuck you.”
“I’m not ready for that,” he replied.
“I know. I won’t force you. I just want you to know that you’re ramping up my horniness.”
At that, Leonard dropped to his knees and put the first three inches of my cock into his mouth. He awkwardly sucked the end of my dick. This certainly didn’t compare with the blowjob I received from Colt on Christmas Eve, but it still got my balls churning. Before long, I had the sense of release building within me.
“I’m close,” I told him.
He reached both hands around my rod and moved his mouth more rapidly. I shot into his mouth with a grunt, and he stepped back and got to his feet in one quick motion. He said nothing but turned and unlocked the door and disappeared through the opening without a word.
I pulled my underwear up and zipped my pants. Grabbing my earlier purchase, I looked out into the hall. Leonard was gone. I was disappointed. I had hoped that we could get a bite to eat at some point and maybe play some more, possibly develop a friendship. I continued to look for him while I was out on campus, but I never saw him again. You cannot be friends with someone who doesn’t want friendship. I guess he only wanted me for my body.
Albert’s excitement about Spring Break was infectious. I was even more excited to discover that his mother would not be there. I ignored what she had said about his father and planned to have a good time scoping out the guys on the beach, but at the same time, making sure that I stayed safe. I’d tried alcohol once at one of my parents’ parties, and I didn’t see what the big deal was. Whisky was good in a pecan pie, and rum did make chocolate taste a little bit better, but by themselves or mixed with a soda I just wasn’t that interested. Plus, I think I was too much of a control freak to lose that control because of something that didn’t taste that much better than a vanilla Coke.
Neither one of us had class on the Friday before break officially began, and Albert had arranged for someone to take us to the airport. I had never flown before, and I had a window seat just in front of the engine. It was wild to actually see the wing flex at take-off. Some people seemed bothered by the little bit of turbulence we experienced, but since I had expected it and understood it, it wasn’t a big deal to me. After landing, we went to the front of the terminal where Albert’s father was waiting to pick us up.
Mr. Martinez was very attractive. He wore short pants that gave me a wonderful view of his slightly hairy and very muscular legs. While there was no bulge at the juncture of his legs, his medium blue t-shirt accentuated the two bulges that were his pecs. I could count the ridges of his abdomen. Did the man not have a job? Did he just work out all day? What was his story?
As for me, I had just been introduced to the sexiest Dad in the world. After shaking his hand, he handed me a sealed envelope. “My wife wanted to welcome you.”
I looked down at the pink envelope. My name was written across the front in neat cursive. I got into the back seat and opened it.
Dear Jason,
Welcome to our home.
Don’t forget to let André play with your 7 iron. He loves to play ‘golf’.
She had drawn a happy face under the word ‘golf’.
I looked up and saw André’s eyes looking at me in the rear-view mirror.
Oh, geez, I thought. I’m fucked.
