I woke up early as usual the next day and had to get Kenny moving quick. Mike would be back around 10am or so, and I didn't need to answer questions why a hot little 1/2 peruvian kid was in my bed. But one thing was for sure, I drained my dick first before Mike in college :). I got him up and he said he was gonna head back to his room and shower rather than use ours, that was fine with me. I didn't expect any morning action in the shower with him, and I didn't expect him to remember/acknowledge what happened the night before anyway. But I wanted to see:
Me: Last night was pretty fun right?
Kenny: Oh yea, I had a good time, download more music for tonight.
Me: Ok...I'll get started after I shower.
He smiled and left and I was still dumbfounded. Was his good time listening to music and chilling, or was it what we did after last night. He was very cryptic with his answers the next day, and I know some guys get a little weird the next morning sober, but I honestly don't think he remembered or he just didn't seem to think it was a big enough deal to talk about the next day. Either way, it was confusing for me and made me think I was doing something wrong in the whole thing. I didn't want to date him or anything, but I did want him to at least understand what was going on between us. It was like the night before had never happened to him, whether or not that was denial on his part or forgetfulness, I wasn't sure yet. The other possibility like I said before, was that he just didn't seem to think anything about it. We both got off, and it was a good night. He was like that with pretty much every other situation in his life, so I thought their was a good chance he was cool with our thing too.....whatever our thing was. I cleaned up the room and aired it out with the window fan so it wouldn't smell like the cum of two 18 year olds when Mike got back. It still smelled a little like booze and smoke (I smoked a cigarette now and then, Kenny smoked about 1/2 pack a day back then). Mike came in and showed me pictures of his new nephew, we hugged and I congratulated him.
Mike: Anything big happen while I was gone?
Me: Umm, nah, not really...Kenny has been over hanging out listening to music and shit. (And sucking my cock haha).
Mike: Any girls?
Me: Yea, he brought a couple over, one was cool. They didn't stay long, but I have a date I guess with Caitlin. Or, I did, she never called and we were gonna meet for lunch.
Mike: ahh well, 1000's of girls here.
I checked our phone and I did have a message from her. This was back in the day when you had to pick up the phone and listen to the dialtone skip on the other end to see if you had a message. She couldn't make it today, but maybe over the weekend. She had to head home to take care of some family thing, so I felt a little better I wasn't dumped before our first date. Day went on, we went to lunch together and I had the computer on full speed downloading the queue all day. Mike seemed to be getting it on pretty well with a girl at lunch. He and her were talking and she seemed interested in him.
Mike: I'm gonna hang out with her (forgot her name) tonight in her suite.
Me: Ok thats cool, Kenny wants to check out the music I've been downloading today and chill.
Mike: Well, I'll be back late, or hopefully not back at all haha.
I punched him and we laughed. Hopefully Mike would get to get his dick wet tonight, and I was kinda hoping for the same thing. Time would tell I guess, I was still confused about Kenny and I, I guess I would just see what happened. Kenny showed up around 8pm, Mike was just getting ready to leave. We all chatted a bit and had a few drinks. Mike needed a few beers to losen up for the night, gain some fake confidence. Mike left and said he hopefully wouldn't see us until tomorrow (I hoped so too for him and me). I don't know if Kenny did it on purpose, but he was wearing an outfit that was making my dick stretch out my gym shorts. He had a tight black wifebeater on showing off his pure brown skin on his arms and shoulders, and tight fitting jean shorts. He was pretty built for a smaller guy, and his outfit showed it off well. He smelled like he just walked out of the shower, and his hair was all messy, I guess he didn't bother combing it after he washed up. I had to calm down, I wasn't ready to try anything with him until we were both a little more drunk. So the night went on listening to the new music I downloaded, the whole time I just admired his look secretly. He would look over at me, nod and smile when another song started, gauging my feeling for it. I loved, and still love music, by my mind was still working like a chess computer trying to read him. Looking back I probably overthought everything a little too much early on in my gay sex career in college, but he was quite and enigma and I was trying to figure him out before I made a move. I didn't want it to always be barely awake sorta sex, but I would still take what I could get as an 18 year old with a hard dick if thats all I could have.
Me: You sleeping here tonight or heading back up in a bit?
Kenny: I dunno, guess I'll see how drunk I get and if Mike comes back. (he smiled)
See? Another weird cryptic chat. Did he mean how drunk he got because he wouldn't be able to go back upstairs to his own place, and with Mike, did it mean if Mike came back we could hang out, or help him back up together, or??....man I didn't know anything at that age with reading people. He was a rot on my brain, because although I consider myself pretty smart, he was the most cunning thing I ever met in my life, and I still couldn't figure it out. With Nick, (another story) at least I knew he was just getting drunk so he would be able to fuck around with me without having any inhibitions. We both knew what was gonna happen when we started drinking, although he was much more emotional about hookups and shit, at least I always knew what his plan was; AND we always talked about it too! Even if the talks went shitty sometimes, at least we did talk about IT. And I am writing this knowing the future too, Nick was my sophmore year, so I didn't really have any of these thoughts or memories in my head at the time; I was a confused, scared kid. I guess with Kenny, if he wanted to fool around and pretend it didn't happen the next day, that was fine with me, and I guess he didn't tell me that was his plan because that would ruin the whole scheme of just denying whatever had happened the night before. So we kept drinking, and I was kinda losing my horniness with him because I was overthinking too many things. It must have shown, as far as me with a scrunched brow looking at him like science experiment. He looked over:
Kenny: Man, you look way too serious. Lemme make a couple more drinks.
Me: Yea sorry, I was thinking about the girl I was supposed to meet today for lunch. (Quick lie, but a good one at my age and experience.)
Kenny: Oh haha, pussy on the mind all the time dude!
Me: Well so far so good I guess huh?
Kenny: hahah yea dude!
Still no clue what was happening. I was dropping subtle hints about what we had done the past few nights, and they were rolling off him like water off a duck's back. JESUS.
Me: I mean, so far so good with you and me, you know?
Kenny: Oh yea, hanging about has been great man!
He made the drinks and came back over the the computer. I was on the bed behind him and he was in my desk chair looking at songs.
Me: I mean the stuff we did last night and before in the bathroom Kenny? In bed, naked......
Kenny: haha oh yea man, I was down with that, nice times.
Me: So whats next then?
Kenny: who knows man? right? hahaha
Ok, so now I was almost completely convinced he just saw us hooking up as a "thing" that would happen sometimes. And that was fine with me, and at that age, I didn't really care how it worked out at night as long as it ended with us hooking up. Him being so casual about the whole thing was still kind of suprising, but also relaxing for me, my mind could stop wondering. Maybe it was the alcohol for him that night, but he wasn't stumbling drunk that night at all, so maybe I had a door to open to make it a little more personal. Again nothing serious, that was never my plan, but I wanted a steady bud to fool around with, that was my goal. I sorta missed half myself in highschool I guess, I knew I was bi for a long time and I only had one serious hookup in highschool (Eric) and the same with him after a year after I graduated. So I wanted to make up for it in college, I wanted the best of both worlds while I was here and wanted to take full advantage of it. I honestly couldn't have picked a better candidate for my first semi-serious thing in college, well not picked, just fell into it I guess. We were both getting a little more sloppy, it was around 11pm and Mike called and said not to expect him till morning. He sounded like he was having a good time on his end, and I said good luck. Good luck to me I thought too, at least I knew we had the room that night. I changed into my pyjama bottoms to warm up a little, but at the same time took my t-shirt off and sat next to Kenny. He was still focused on the screen on the computer, but he was having trouble typing at this point.
Me: Wanna lay down on the bed?
Kenny: Yea, I'm almost done, sounds good.
Me: You sleeping here? Want help to get your sneakers and shorts off for bed?
Kenny: Yea, please.
No problem there. I yanked his sneakers and socks off and threw them on the floor. I unbuttoned his shorts and as I pulled them down ran my hand over his bulge in his underwear. Not much of a reaction from him, but I wanted him to know if he wanted to fool around I was interested.
(Just made me think of an amazing side note that could be a story, well a kinda short one, but definetly memorable. Later on freshman year I had a kid named Jason in my room and I was helping him with a project. He was a tall, skinny kid. Probably 6'3" but weighed maybe 160 pounds. Good looking, no doubt there, but I had already pegged him as straight. We were English 101 together and drinking a little bit and he was really tired, it was late, a bad combination. My major didn't require a lot of writing, but as freshmen we had to take certain Gen-Ed classes as they called them. So I knew English, he didn't, just a kinda helping out a friend of a friend kinda thing. He got up to take a piss and came back, he was not used to alcohol and came back and sat on my bed while I typed out his paper a little. I looked over and his fly was down, and I could see his dick sticking out through the hole in his boxers. I won't lie, it looked really nice and I leaned over to get a closer look. Thick soft, nice mushroom head, I bet he was bigger than me. (I would find out) He had been saying all night how he had to get back to his room soon, and had to leave before that. He opened his eyes and caught me staring and I said I was just going to zip him up because his dick was hanging out. After that, he made every effort to try and assure me that he should probably stay over and work on the paper together late night, and in the morning, it would be for the best....he kept trying and trying, but I was so fucking nervous that I got caught doing something. So he was me in that situation, he was taking a chance, but I was too scared he was just using it as a way to expose me or something, ended up a totally different angle later on. Anyway, thats a different story, I have too many stories going as it is haha.)
Sorry about the side note length, just made me wanna tell another story, one that I completely forgot about. Well not forgot about, but just a different interaction, maybe I'll write about it. Anyway, I got Kenny down to his boxers and left his wife beater on, I got down to my boxer briefs and climbed into bed with him. We both layed there staring at the ceiling, I was hoping he would make the first move. I started by putting my arm underneath his head and rubbing the back of his head, pretty harmless I thought. He turned on his side and looked at me smiling, I could still see his face from the light coming from the street lights outside my dorm window. I was still unsure of what his smile meant, but if I wanted to get some play with a cute guy like Kenny, I would need to do something first I thought.
Sorry about the abrupt end, had to go to work. I'll finish it up tonight and post a long part. Got me kinda wanting to write a short one about Jason. No relationship with him, but a very interesting few nights.