Disclaimer: This is a reprint of my first contribution to the Nifty Archives. This story involves things of a homosexual nature. It is based partly upon facts, but all names and places have been completely altered to protect the innocent. Any coincidental similarities to real people, events, or places are just that - a coincidence - and are not meant to be real. This tale includes graphic sex between men, and you shouldn't read my story if you are under 18 or if it is illegal in your area. If your looking for a quick jack-off story, this is the wrong one. I'd appreciate comments. Please send to nickdeluca79@hotmail.com
The golden, August sun began to rise as I passed yet another dairy farm on my way through scenic New York State. My three-year old sister was fast asleep in her car seat in the back of my truck as my parents followed close behind in their SUV. My long awaited escape from suburban Long Island life was finally here. Although I was heading towards a college I half-heartedly wanted to attend, I was thrilled to begin a new life more than seven hours away from both my high school and my family.
Many people would be envious of my high school experience. I was admired by many people and had a few different groups of friends. However, I couldn't wait to leave all of that behind. Being the starting quarterback during my junior and senior years, I was able to lead my high school to two championship football titles. In the spring, I was captain of our lacrosse team. I graduated number seven in my class of six hundred plus kids. My girlfriend of three years was the prettiest, smartest, and most friendly cheerleader on the squad. In my free time, I was also the news editor of our high school newspaper. On top of this, my family was well known and respected in the town, with my father being a key politician in Congress. However, I was uneasy with the route my life was taking. It was time to move away from all of this and find the person buried deep within me. I needed to disappear so that I could find myself.
In high school, my friends were mostly just superficial. I had trouble fitting into any one group or clique, because of my involvement with so many different groups of people. My jock friends never really accepted me because I cared about my grades in school, while they only worried about getting drunk or high the next night. The "meathead" mentality encompassed their lives, often terrorizing other groups throughout the school. Classmates in my advanced classes would rarely socialize with me, considering me to be a jock and therefore, not worthy of their time. (Yeah, jocks had a terrible reputation.) My best friend was my girlfriend, and we found ourselves spending a large amount of time together alone.
Being the oldest in a large family of seven kids was tough. Growing up, my twin brother and I fought many battles with my parents, over issues such as curfew, dating, getting a drivers license, etc. It was great having him with me to argue with my parents. It is not easy to win a battle against a seasoned politician and a stubborn Italian mom. Going away to college had been an enormous battle for me. My parents wanted me to stay within arms reach of them, while I wanted to get out as fast as possible. Don't get me wrong - I love my parents deeply and consider them to be the best people I know, but we all need a break!
My twin brother disappeared at the beginning of our junior year in school. We were at a party after a football game, and his girlfriend wanted to leave early. We just received our driver's licenses, so I gave him the keys to the Jeep I just bought a month earlier. He said he would be back after he dropped her off, but I never saw him again. No traces of him or the truck were ever found, and both the police and my family were baffled as to where he went or what happened to him. My family was distraught by his disappearance. Being the person that had known him the best, there was no logical explanation for his disappearance. I was hurt and upset, since he was my best friend and we had shared our entire lives together. A part of me died when he didn't come home.
I became even more reclusive after Joey's disappearance. I felt like I had lost a part of myself too. My friends and classmates didn't know what to say to me or how to approach me when I saw them, so most just simply stopped talking to me altogether. I couldn't wait to leave this life behind. My girlfriend was my only refuge from this point on, so we spent all of our time together.
My sister began to stir in the back seat of my truck. We had drove for five hours without stopping, so it was about time to stop for a bathroom break and some food. It was 9:30, so I would be at my new home by noon. I pulled into the first restaurant I saw, which happened to be a popular fast food establishment. Jumping out of my truck, I was excited and full of life for the first time in weeks. My parents and youngest brother came over to me as I took my sister out of her seat. Again, they expressed their concern with me living so far away from them. We went through this many millions of times in the past four months, but I would not let them spoil this day for me. We ate as quickly as possible, which was actually quite slow, since we were traveling with both a three and four year old. As soon as the last bit of food was wiped from Drew's face, I rushed my family back into the trucks and we again went off on our way.
Driving through the gated entry to the school, I quickly weaved my way through the swarms of cars and people, as I led myself to Mohawk Hall, the largest of the freshman dorms. It was important to my father for me to attend a public college, and this was the best one in the state. He held a vested interest in public education, and wanted to ensure that we utilized it whenever possible. I wanted to go to school in a city, like Boston, but instead, I was living in the most rural environment known to man.
The college was about 45 minutes from the nearest mall and any signs of civilization. The town that the college was in had a higher population of cows then it did people. Freshman were permitted to bring their cars to school, so I brought my old Jeep with me. I was quite surprised that it actually made the trip, since it was fourteen years old and had over 250,000 miles on it. Nevertheless, I bought it with my own hard-earned money, from the many winter nights and summer days I spent working, having a job since I was 14. I spent most of my savings on my first truck, a much newer Jeep, but that one disappeared with my brother. This "new" used Jeep was mine, through and through, although I was starting college virtually broke.
In mid-July, I received the name and phone number of my new college roommate, and called him to introduce myself and get to know him better. His name was Ryan and he was from a very small town in Northern New York State, a town even smaller than the one this college was located in. We talked for a few minutes, discussing what each other was going to bring to our dorm room. It turned out that I was bringing the majority of the big stuff, like the television, the computer, and the ever-important hotpot. I did not mind, since I had all of this stuff sitting in my room anyway. Talking to him for five minutes, he seemed like a nice enough guy, yet I barely knew anything about him.
Stepping into the lobby of Mohawk Hall, I waited on line for half an hour as the RA's passed out all of the absurd "introduction to college life" material. I laughed at the pamphlets entitled "Stay Away from SEX!" and "Drinking and Drugs are the works of the DEVIL!" Was this some kind of joke? What was next - crazy Christian fundamentalists preaching door-to-door? After unexciting banter with two RA's, they finally gave me a room key and I was off to find my new room with my family in tow. I was living in room 403 West, which was located on the fourth floor at the top of the building.
Stepping foot onto the floor, the scene was chaotic. People were dashing all around as students and parents were moving large and small items this way and that. The main hallway was shaped like an "L", with a small corridor branching off from the main section. Five rooms occupied this small, semi-private corridor. Being away from the beaten path, this section was the most secluded spot on the floor. It soon became apparent that this was where my room was going to be located. Dodging past a slow-moving family, I proceeded towards the end of the hallway and turned right. I almost walked directly into a group of students that were congregating near an open doorway. I quickly realized that this open doorway was my new room. Loud music was bellowing out of the doorway, as the bass shook the floor and people crowded to get in and out. I turned to look at my parents, and saw the look of concern on their face before I began to push my way inside.
The scene before me and my family was appalling. A bong was half sticking out from under a bed, as an empty plastic bottle of vodka was lying on the floor, surrounded by discarded plastic cups. How could this be happening on freshman move-in day? It was only noon and already the party was in full effect in my new room! (Actually, it was the perfect time for people to be partying, since all of the RA's were in the lobby checking students in. Bad planning on their part!) I noticed a bunch of girls and a few guys clustered into the corner of the room, but I couldn't see too much of what was going on.
With my family at the doorway, I walked toward the crowd to see what everyone was staring at. As I got closer, I noticed a good-looking guy kneeling at the center of the circle. He held up an orange funnel as he was filling it with a can of beer, getting ready to pound it. His shirt was off, revealing his well-built chest and washboard stomach. One of his nipples had a barbell piercing through it. A small happy trail split that perfect stomach in two, as it disappeared beyond the band of his boxers. His boxers were prominently sticking out of his shorts. His sparkling green eyes perfectly complemented his short brown hair. Except for more muscle definition on his body, we looked a lot alike. We could probably even pass as brothers. Making eye contact with me, he noticed that I was standing there, with a bag over one shoulder and an armful of pamphlets and handouts about immorality and sex. He must have realized that I was his roommate at once, and handed the funnel off to someone nearby. I started to walk away, pissed about what was going on in our room. It wasn't really because of the party, but I was thinking about what I was going to say to my parents, who were still standing there, speechless, watching everything with their mouths' wide open.
Avoiding as many people as possible, I made it to the doorway unscathed, to tell my parents to meet me at my truck. They looked as if they wanted to argue with me, but I think the look on my face told them exactly what I was feeling at that moment. Even my loud-mouthed Mom stayed silent. They pushed passed the people once more, and made their way towards the stairs.
"Are you Nick?" I heard him say from behind me as I was watching my family walk down the hall.
Telling myself to be civil with him, I faced him and said "Hey, you must be Ryan, nice to meet you bro." I did it - I controlled my anger towards him as I greeted him. A few small beads of sweat were forming on his forehead, as he appeared to be nervous when talking to me. He even had trouble keeping eye contact with me, as I saw him trying to muster up an apology.
"Er, sorry about all of this, buddy, I ah, didn't expect things to get this crazy in here. People just kept coming in, so I ah, decided to have a little fun." At this point I noticed that people began filtering out of the room.
It was hard staying angry with him when he seemed to be so sincere with his apology. He was even squirming around, looking immensely uneasy. In addition, something about this guy attracted me.
"I don't mind, but I think my parents will definitely have something to say about it. They took one look at everything in here and are probably turning the trucks around already to bring me back home."
"Oh shit, sorry about that. I didn't mean to cause you problems already." Again, he was making it hard for me to stay angry! "Let me throw on a shirt and help you bring in your stuff." We could definitely use the help, since in reality, it was only my Dad and I bringing all of the stuff in. My Mom would be busy entertaining the two kids.
"Sure bro, come on down. We could really use the help". Now, what was I going to say to my parents?
We walked down the stairs in silence as I was thinking of different ways to deal with my parents. I could tell that Ryan still felt very uneasy with me, but I wasn't going to smooth things over with him just yet. Getting closer and closer, I could see them standing there leaning against their truck with their arms crossed and pissed-off looks on their faces. I decided that my best mode of attack was to ignore them and just act as if nothing had happened.
"Wow, your parents drive a fuckin' Escalade? Nice fuckin' truck!" Ryan exclaimed as we were approaching my parents, loud enough for everyone, including my young brother and sister, to hear. He was not helping the situation at all as Mom scrambled to cover Ally's ears.
"Mom, Dad, Drew, Ally, this is Ryan. Ryan, this is my family. Ryan's going to help us move my stuff in." I said as he stuck out his hand to shake my Dad's hand. Dad only half-heartedly shook his hand as I heard the piercing voice of my Mom calling me over to speak with her privately. She told me how they had already discussed that I would not be attending this college, and that my father would arrange to have me enrolled in the local private university 20 minutes from their house. I did not even apply to that school, since it was too close to their house. It was funny how only a few months before, they thought it was important for me to attend a public college. Their minds changed so quickly.
"No way - I'm staying here. I am mature enough to make my own decisions, and you already know that I am responsible. I've already proved that many times in the past few years. If I hate this college after the first semester, I will transfer somewhere else. But I'll be fine here right now." My Mom came back with a guilt trip concerning my twin.
"We already lost one son, and will never again lose another one." My Mother and Father were the best parents, and excellent people, but when it came to the safety of their family, they were very stubborn and overbearing. Maybe even unreasonable.
With that, I stopped talking to my Mom and called Ryan over to my truck to help me unload the stuff packed into it. I ended the conversation with my parents by ignoring them, leaving them agitated and unsure of what to do. I could still hear the distinctive Brooklyn accent of my Mom's voice yelling at my Dad for even suggesting that I stay and try it out.
"Wow, you have the same Jeep I do, but my grandma wouldn't let me bring mine to school. They didn't think it would make the trip."
"Yeah, my fourteen year old CJ with 250,000 miles was still somehow trudging along without needing any major repairs."
I gave him a bag of clothes to carry up as I reached back for my stereo. My Mom came rushing over to me, yelling, as all good Italian moms do. She was telling me to get into the truck, as I obviously wouldn't be attending this college. My Dad went to her side to calm her down, but it wasn't working well. I put my stuff down and walked over to her, trying once again to convince her of my responsibility and safety. After dreaming of this day for months, if not years, there was no way I was leaving this soon.
"I'm 18 now, and very responsible. You know that I wouldn't put myself into any situation that I shouldn't be involved in. I've already proved that so many times, and you know it. I won't let my grades slip, because I worked too hard to get to this point in my life. I've been around the drinking and the drugs throughout high school and look how I turned out. You know that I've already seen all of this and chose to take a different route with my life."
"But if anything happened to you, I don't know what I would do. I couldn't bear to lose another child."
"Believe me Mom, I've been waiting to go to college for years now. I don't know what happened to Joey anymore than you do, but I will be safe. I am stuck here in the middle of nowhere, in a town where crime is nonexistent. How dangerous can it be living in a town with only one traffic light? I probably have a better chance of getting run over by a cow then by having anything else happen to me!"
To this, my Mom couldn't help but laugh. I think she was beginning to see things more clearly. The disappearance of my brother had a dramatic affect on her life, even more so than I think she chose to see. She finally agreed to let me try out the college and hugged me tight before saying that if anything happened to me, she would kill me! Just like my Mom to say something like that.
It took about an hour to move all of my stuff into the room. It was not easy climbing three flights of stairs to the fourth floor with armfuls of crap. Damn public school not allowing us to use the elevator. My t-shirt and boxers clung to my body as I was drenched in sweat from the move on this hot August day. The crowds of people had finally dispersed from my room as we were moving the last of my stuff in. I took the empty bed next to the window in our large bedroom. A few random potato chips were crushed on the bare mattress, reminding me of just what the scene had been a few hours ago.
The room was huge compared to most college dorm rooms. We had two huge closets, two desks, two dressers, and two twin beds, all of which being the normal industrial dorm furniture. My parents decided to stay in a local hotel room for the night, instead of taking the seven hour ride back to Long Island. My grandmother was watching my other four siblings back on Long Island. (Yeah, my family is huge.) I kissed the family goodbye as they retired to their room to freshen up before dinner. I sat down on my bed to think about everything I already experienced. After laying there for five minutes, Ryan spoke up.
"I'm going to take a shower bro. I'm sweating like a fuckin' pig after moving that stuff in. You packed more stuff than a fuckin' girl!" As Ryan said this, he began stripping out of his clothes and getting his shower stuff ready.
"Fuck you bro, I had to make up for the lack of stuff your sorry ass brought!"
"Ouch, that's harsh dude."
"I think I'll join you though for a shower, I feel nasty too." I began rummaging through boxes to look for my shower stuff and clothes. I tried to make casual, inconspicuous glances towards him as he was undressing. Man, was he hot. His body was perfectly proportioned. He looked a lot like myself actually, but he definitely spent more time at the gym, as was shown from his perfect chest and huge biceps.
"I am really sorry about what happened with your parents today. I didn't mean to have a party in our room already, and it was inconsiderate of me to do this without even meeting you first. I hope you're not too angry with me for what happened."
"I have to admit, I was really pissed at first, but I know that things happen. I was really only mad because I had to deal with my parents reactions to what was going on. It's cool bro, don't worry about it."
"Good, I didn't want to start off on a bad foot already. I wanted you to get to know me before I pissed you off. Let's go shower."
"Smartass!" I said as I laughed at him. At least he had a sense of humor. We walked out of our room with shorts on and towels across our shoulders. All of the dorms in the college were coed, and there were about fifty people per floor. There was one bathroom for every ten people, so Ryan and I shared the bathroom with four other rooms of guys. Each bathroom had three sinks, three toilet stalls, and three shower stalls. The shower stalls had walls in between each of them, but they shared a common drying/changing area. It was too small within the stalls to move, much less change into clothes. I spent many hours in locker rooms growing up, having played many different sports. I was no stranger to being naked in front of other people, having done so since I started high school. Ryan didn't seem to mind the shower set up either as we both stripped off our clothes and entered our shower stalls.
My mind drifted to thoughts of Beth, my girlfriend of three years. She, too, was moving into her college this weekend. The problem was that she was attending a prestigious university in Chicago, which was a good six hundred miles away from me. We became even closer after my brother disappeared, spending everyday together. As much as I didn't fit the normal jock mold, Beth wasn't your typical head cheerleader. She was both pretty and very intelligent. She was our class salutatorian, graduating number two in our class. In addition, we had so much in common with each other, that it was almost scary. Our families became great friends, and everyone thought that we would get engaged before college started. However, we had different plans. We were going to wait four extra years, until each of us graduated from our undergrad schools. She was planning to become a doctor, while I was planning on a less lucrative but equally rewarding career in education. She was all set to go to Syracuse University, (which was a mere two hours from my college) but when she received a full scholarship from her university in Chicago, her plans changed. I was really happy for her but sad to see her move so far away. We weren't planning to see each other for at least a month, when I was going to visit her in Chicago. That would be the longest time we had spent apart in the past three years.
Our sex life was great. We started having sex during our senior year, on our third anniversary. Since that time, we have been having sex practically everyday, sometimes more than once. We completed each other well, with her being my soulmate. I couldn't imagine life without her. I felt empty without her nearby.
"Quit jackin' off in there and finish up!" Ryan yelled through my shower curtain as he began to hit it. I laughed as I turned off my shower and headed out into the changing area. This kid could be crude, but was funny too. I guess I was getting hard thinking about Beth, looking down to my semi-hard dick.
"Sorry, I was thinking about my girlfriend. She's driving to her college right now and I was just wondering how she was doing."
"Great, now I'm going to have a horny, lovesick, depressed roommate on my hands." he said as he quickly glanced down at my crotch and looked back up at me.
"And you will love every minute of it, won't you?" I said back to him as I finished drying off and getting dressed, before heading back to our room. He playfully punched me on the shoulder as he followed me back.
Glancing at him while he was getting dressed, I had to admit that this kid was really hot. I considered myself straight and loved having sex with Beth, but there was just something about Ryan. Furthermore, I could tell that he was a good guy, even though we had started off a bit rough. I was glad to have him as my roommate, even though I knew nothing at all about him.
Once we got back to the room, we both just laid there on our beds. I decided that this was a good time to get to know him a little better.
"You play any sports?" I said to him.
"Yeah, I played lacrosse back in high school and am planning to play here too. I also wrestle in the winter, but probably won't do that anymore."
"Nice bro, I play lacrosse too and will play here as well. I also played football for years."
I began to get nervous, since most of my jock friends from high school were assholes, interested only in getting drunk or laid, and in terrorizing other people that they thought were below them. I hoped that he wouldn't turn out that way too.
"Academics are the most important thing for me here though. I really want to do well in school." I told him this hoping that I would make it clear early on that my grades were important to me and that I would not allow a party to go on in our room every night.
"Don't worry about that. I have to keep a 3.5 GPA in order to keep receiving the scholarship I currently get. I was the valedictorian of my class, so I am used to working hard to get good grades. Without that scholarship, I cannot continue to attend college." Ryan completely shocked me by telling me this. I had him pegged as being the same type of dumb jock I had been used to having on my teams in the past. I was overjoyed to hear that he cared about school too.
We went on to talk about our lives. He told me that he was an only child who was raised by his grandmother. His mom and dad had him when they were still in high school, so they couldn't raise him. His mom ran off to California right after graduation, leaving him with grandma. They lived in a trailer in a small rural town near the Canadian border. He told me that he was a rough kid while growing up. He got into many fights because of his background, with him being kicked out of school as early as third grade. When he got into middle school, he worked hard to get good grades and also played sports competitively. He found that it was a good way to release his aggression. In high school, he continued to work hard and began working out everyday in the gym to get even bigger. Nobody messed with him in high school. We both were history majors as well, hoping to be accepted in the education program the following year. He had never been in a serious relationship, and was looking to hook up with "lots of hot girls" here on campus.
I was a little embarrassed to tell him about my family background. My father had been representing our state in Congress for almost ten years. He was one of the youngest members in the House when he began serving, and was still rather young today. His name was well known in our state, as it was around the country. I decided to only tell Ryan that my dad was in politics, and wait for him to make the discovery of his actual title on his own. I told him how I came from a large family, and had an identical twin brother.
"Does he go to school here too?" he asked me. I began to tell him the story of how he disappeared just a few years ago and that we hadn't seen him since. This obviously ruined the mood in the room for a little while. It was almost five o'clock and we had been talking for close to two hours. I was meeting my family at a local restaurant at 5:30 for dinner. I invited Ryan along, hoping that my parents would begin to like him more. After reluctantly accepting my invitation (with my vigilant prodding) we hopped into my Jeep and headed into the tiny town for dinner. My family was already waiting at the door when we got there five minutes late. They didn't seem too pleased with me for bringing Ryan along. Or maybe it was because I was late. I spent the night smoothing things over with them, and by the end, they seemed to accept Ryan as one of the family. Well ok, maybe like a distant cousin, but at least it was a start. Ryan dropped all of that crude talk and spoke eloquently around my parents. He spoke more proper than even my father did. And he could talk on almost any topic that my parents brought up.
I was really glad that we were able to work things out. While we were eating, an elderly couple recognized my father and walked up to him to introduce themselves. Ryan thought that this was strange and began to ask questions, but I just kicked him under the table and gave him a look. I think he got the hint. However, moments later another person appeared and asked to take a picture with my dad. He reluctantly agreed, and the person quickly snapped the picture and left. Ryan had a strange look on his face.
After finishing dinner, my Mom surprised me by hugging Ryan goodbye and telling me that they would see me in the morning before they left. As soon as they drove off, Ryan unexpectedly punched me hard on the shoulder, knocking me off balance. He told me that it was for the kick I gave him, then continued to ask me about my Dad. I told him that he was a well-known politician and that people sometimes recognized him when we were out. In reality, people always recognized him. It became rather annoying to have people staring at you while you ate or while you shopped. My Dad was just a normal guy. He couldn't have been a better father in my eyes, and I considered us to be a normal family.
After being quiet for a few minutes, Ryan yelled out "Your Dad is fuckin' Representative John De Luca! I remember hearing all about your family on TV a few years ago when your brother disappeared. I'm rooming with a fuckin' Congressman's son!"
What can you say in response to that? I always tried to be humble about my family's position, but it was difficult to deal with when people recognized my Dad. People always judged me differently because of my father's occupation, and I was expected to be the model son in the public's eye. My parents never said anything to me about disgracing the family. They didn't care about things like that. They cared only that we were healthy and happy. My Dad's response was always the same. "Just let them think what they want to think. We know the real truth here." I stayed quiet while driving back to school with Ryan in the passenger seat of my truck. He definitely sensed my uneasiness with the situation.
"I'm sorry bro, I didn't mean to act like that. I've never been around anyone that was famous before."
I tried to act as if it was nothing, but I guess I wasn't too convincing. I told Ryan how I wished that my Dad had a normal job and that we lived a normal life. I despised always being in the public eye. He thought that it was the coolest thing in the world, but it was one of the main reasons why I decided to move so far away from home.
It was after eight when we returned from dinner and Ryan was getting ready to go to a party. I planned to stay in and call my girlfriend that night, since I had been up since three that morning. It had been a long, stressful day for me. Ryan tried to get me to go to the frat party, but I just couldn't make it. I was too exhausted. He reluctantly left without me, talking about how he couldn't wait to get lit that night. I couldn't wait to talk to Beth and get to bed. I missed her immensely already. I grabbed my phone and jumped down into my bed as I began to dial her number. After many rings, she picked up her cell phone. The noise in the background suggested to me that she was at a party or a bar. Barely being able to hear each other, we both said I love you and decided that we would talk in the morning. I went to sleep depressed that I couldn't hear about her move and about her new life half-way across the country.
Looking at my alarm all blurry-eyed, it seemed to say that it was 4:30AM, but why was I awake? I then heard what sounded like someone stumbling into our room and looked over at Ryan's bed. It must be him. He finally made it into the room but tripped on something and went flying across the floor. I couldn't help but laugh at him. He was laying on the floor beside my bed complaining that he hurt himself. I jumped out of bed, helped him up, and lead him over to his own bed. He was completely shit-faced. I could smell the booze emanating from his body as he slurred all of his words. I don't really know how he made it back to our room. He sat there for a few minutes while I went to get him a glass of water. When I got back, he was trying to get undressed, but with little success.
"I think I need to puke RIGHT NOW!" he said as he jumped up and rushed into his closet. Too bad that he was trying to get to the bathroom and couldn't understand how his closet got in his way. Seeing that he was in no condition to walk to the bathroom by himself, I opened the door and half-followed, half-carried him to the bathroom. He rushed for an open toilet stall just as his insides began to explode out from his mouth. I waited for him to finish puking and led him into the shower right away. He puked all over himself, so he was an utter mess. I quickly took off his shirt and shoes and told him to finish undressing. Struggling with his own belt buckle, I finished undressing him, taking off his pants and boxers as well. This was the first time I saw his naked body up close. Earlier in the shower, I only caught glances of his while he was drying off. Now I was sitting here with his dick dangling right in front of my face. He was apologizing the entire time for the mess he had made.
"You must think that I am a horrible roommate and a complete dick. Look at everything I've done to you after only a day. I won't be mad if you want to move out."
"Really, I don't care about this. I'm your roommate, and it's my job to take care of ya even when you act like a drunken asshole!" He laughed as I said this, as he steadied himself against the wall. I told him that I would go get his showering stuff from our room and come right back. After rummaging through his stuff in our room, I found his towel and soap, and went right back to the bathroom. I found him sitting on the floor of the shower stall, sleeping. I was only gone for a few minutes and he had already passed out. I turned off the water and shook him to get him up. At about the same, one of the guys from my hall came in to use the bathroom. He laughed when he saw my roommate passed out naked in the tiny shower stall.
"You should have seen this guy at the party. He was funneling and doing keg stands like you wouldn't believe. It was like his body was a bottomless pit. He was such a mess when we left. My roommate and I had to carry him home for a good part of the way."
"Thanks bro. By the way, I'm Nick, Ryan's roommate." I said to him as I extended my hand. "Ah, Ryan told us about you. Kyle here, and my roommate is Alex. We live right next door to you. What are you going to do with him?" Kyle said as he pointed to Ryan.
"I'm going to try to get him back to his bed."
"Let me take a piss and then I'll give you a hand carrying him back."
With that, I tried to wake him up, but it was no use. I dried off his head quickly and wrapped the towel around his waist as best as I could. Kyle came back at this point and helped me lift him up. Together, we carried him back to our room and left him on his bed, lying on his side. I took a garbage pail and left it near his bed incase he needed to puke more that night. Kyle said goodnight and went back to his room. By now Ryan's towel was hanging off of his body and onto the floor. His naked, hot body was lying there motionless. He looked like he could be a model, with his well-defined muscles glistening with the water drops from the shower. I felt my dick begin to rise as I continued to stare at his body. FUCK. This had never happened to me before. Why was I getting hard from looking at a guy, and why couldn't I stop staring? I was straight and enjoyed having sex with my girl. Guys had never made me excited before this, and I had been around many naked guys.
I got harder and harder as I looked over his body more carefully. I found myself intrigued by the huge male member hanging from between his legs. He had the right amount of pubic hair around his dick, framing his massive balls and impressive cock. He appeared to be semi-hard, and already he looked to be around 7" uncut. I followed the path of hair as it continued under his balls and around to the back of his ass. What was I doing? Why was I so intrigued by his body and why did I have a raging hard on? I quickly covered his body with his blanket and went back to my own bed.
Laying there, I couldn't get the picture of his body out of my mind. My cock was as hard as a rock and it wasn't going down easily. I decided to jerk off quickly so I could get back to bed. I quietly looked for an old pair of boxers to jerk off into as I slowly reached down to fondle my balls. It wouldn't take long for me to shoot a huge load tonight. One hand went to work by gently stroking my own engorged member while my other hand began to explore my body, softly tracing my dime-sized nipples, while lightly pinching them. From there, my hand reached under my arms to feel the soft tuft of hair sticking out from under my arms. Before long, I felt my body tensing as warm, sticky, white cum shot out of my dick with great force, and landed right next to my head. I quickly used the old pair of boxers to clean up my mess. It was one of my most powerful orgasms ever! Throughout it all, I was thinking about Ryan's body and what it would feel like to go exploring on him. I was very satisfied at that moment. After recovering, I quickly cleaned up and stuffed the old pair of cum-filled boxers under my bed. I drifted off to sleep, very happy and satisfied with myself.
The phone rang loudly and promptly at 7AM. I knew it was going to be my parents. They were early birds, and I suspected that they had already been up for a few hours. They told me to meet them at 7:30 at a local restaurant for breakfast, before they headed on back to Long Island. My father had to be back in DC in two days, so they were anxious to get back home and spend more time together.
Ryan just kept moaning and saying something about the phone ringing. I ignored him, since I couldn't understand a word that he was saying. He was still partially comatose. I jumped into the shower quickly to get ready to meet my parents. When I got back into the room, Ryan was lying naked on his stomach with his ass up in the air. My cock immediately sprang to life as I saw his sweet ass looking so vulnerable. His ass was spread slightly, revealing a small trail of hair covering his crack. Again, what was I thinking? I was straight, damn it! Why the fuck was I looking at another guy's ass?
The hall was motionless, as most everyone was still asleep. I seemed to be the only insane person awake on my floor. I made it to the restaurant about five minutes late (again) and sat down with my parents to eat a good breakfast. It was now Saturday morning, and I had only a few days left before school started. Today was the day that the rest of the campus moved in. Freshman moved in a day earlier. My parents were surprised that Ryan didn't join me, but I told them that he wasn't much of a morning person. We ate a good breakfast and chatted a bit about what classes I was enrolled in and my plans for the upcoming year. My parents kept saying how proud they were of me, and that they couldn't wait for me to come home again to visit. They made me promise to come back home at the beginning of October. I agreed that I would, as long as I didn't have too much work to do.
After cleaning up the kids' faces and paying the bill, we headed out to the parking lot. My mom was visibly upset with the idea of leaving me there. She had understandably been this way since Joey had disappeared. I grabbed the two little ones in my arms and hugged and kissed them tight.
"But why do you have to stay here Nick?" Drew and Ally both said in unison. Ally threw her arms around my neck and said that she wouldn't let me go.
"I'll be home real soon, and I will call you on the phone in a few days. I may even bring you each a surprise during my next visit home!" They seemed to like my answer, and let go of me. I put Ally back into her car seat, as Drew climbed up into his own car seat in the Escalade. Next, I had to say goodbye to my parents. I knew this wouldn't be easy. My Mom was crying as she hugged me tightly and told me to take care of myself. Dad joined the hug and he too wished me good luck and told me to call them soon. After about a minute, Dad pried Mom off from my neck and led her into the truck. I wished them a safe trip back. Mom called me over to her window and gave me an envelope.
"Open this once we leave. I had some thoughts I wanted to share with you, but I knew I couldn't get them out without crying."
I waved goodbye as their truck slowly moved out of the parking lot. I walked back to my Jeep and opened the envelope to find both a letter and a fifty-dollar bill. Her letter said:
Nick,
We are both so proud of everything you accomplished. It is almost impossible for me to leave you here by yourself, so far from home. I know you will do amazing here though. It is a beautiful place to live. I am sorry for the way we acted this weekend with you. Your father and I will always trust you on anything you do. We know that you are grown up now, and it is so hard for me to let go of you. I guess I still have trouble dealing with your brother not being around anymore. I already lost one child, and don't want something to happen to another one. If you need ANYTHING, you better call me right away. I love you more than you could ever know. Take good care of yourself (and Ryan too. It seems like he will need it!)
With Love,
Mom
A tear came to my eye as I thought about my mother and everything she had went though in the last few years. She was an amazing woman. Not only was she a great mom to eight kids in all, she was also a writer, having a small office built in the basement of our house. As a family, we would all take care of the kids. With me being the oldest, I regularly watched them when I was home. When she had some free time, she would go down into her office and work on one of her latest books. Much of her work was a huge hit on the literary scene. Her novels frequently appeared on the bestsellers' list of the major newspapers.
I started back to campus before I realized that I should pick up a few things at the grocery store. I walked into the crowded store and quickly picked up a bottle of aspirin, some crackers, and a new tooth brush. I knew that I would forget something when I moved here! I drove back through the crowded campus as the upperclassmen were moving their stuff into the dorms. I thought yesterday was bad, but the campus was even more packed today. Luckily, freshman lived in their own dorms, so we wouldn't have too much chaos in Mohawk Hall today. I was planning to get to the bookstore early to pick up my books before the crowds came in.
I walked into my room at around 9:30. Ryan must have heard me enter the room, because he looked up at me and just grunted.
"How are you feeling this morning" I said to him, even though I already knew his answer. Again, he just grunted as I walked over to our fridge and filled a glass with water from our Brita. I then opened the new bottle of aspirin and put two next to his bed. I told him to take the aspirin and drink the water. He slowly sat up and gulped them down, complaining that the room was still spinning. I noticed that he had since covered himself with his blanket, so he was not exposed for everyone to see.
"Get your lazy ass out of bed. We need to get our books." I said to him as I gently pushed his shoulder and tugged at his blanket.
"Five more minutes" he said to me as he rolled back over in bed.
"Five more minutes will turn into two more hours, and by then, the book line will be even longer. Do I have to carry your sorry ass into the bathroom again to throw you into the shower?"
"What happened to me last night? I feel like shit. Parts of the night are a complete blur," he said to me as I started to unpack more of my stuff.
"You stumbled home early this morning with the help of Kyle and Alex from next door. They tell me that you were quite the hit last night. You stumbled into the room, tripped, and went flying across the room, landing next to my bed. Then you needed to puke, so I helped carry you into the bathroom. You puked all over yourself, so I threw you into the shower to clean up. You passed out in the shower, and both Kyle and I had to carry you back into our room. We left you here in your bed to recover. That about sums up it all up."
"Sorry bro, I didn't mean for you to take care of me. I'm really sorry about getting so sloppy. I really appreciate this."
"I told you last night to forget about it. I am your roommate - it's our job to take care of each other. But now, get your ass out of bed and let's get to the bookstore."
Pulling the covers off himself, Ryan realized that he was naked and was sporting some morning wood. I turned around to give him some privacy as he was reaching for the towel to cover himself up. I just laughed at him, as he sat there confused about the night before and embarrassed about his hard dick. He eventually made it into the shower and came back into the room looking refreshed. The aspirin must be working, I thought to myself.
"Hurry up bro, let's get down there. Make sure you bring your schedule with you." Ryan finished dressing rather quietly and was ready within a few minutes. He was wearing a white tank top with a pair of light blue lacrosse shorts. He threw on his hat and was ready to go in minutes.
"I'm starving, do we have time to stop at the dining hall?" I told him that the hall had already closed for breakfast, but would reopen at noon for lunch. We still had two more hours before we could get food. I tossed him the box of crackers I had just bought and told him to eat these until lunch.
"Thanks bro, I owe ya again!" he said as he threw his arm around my shoulder and embraced me. I felt really safe within his massive arms and didn't say anything more. This was going to be one very interesting year!
To be continued.
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