+++Okay, all hands on desk. I am definitely a "birther". Check your and if it shows you are under 18, raise your hand, then leave. Others may stay but beware of getting too excited.
I lugged my footlocker up the stairs of Wayne Dorm. I was sweating in the August heat. I knew they give new freshman the worst dorm rooms and on the top floor, naturally.
I pushed open the unlocked door of my new home for the semester. It revealed two narrow cots and two battered desks. It looked like the quarters of two monks in 1540 AD.
One bed, the best one near the window, was occupied by a tall, curly haired blond dude. I immediately recognized him from my "ideal boy" drawings, come to vivid life. He was wearing boxer shorts of some small print and a dark tee shirt. His scrumptious, smooth, muscular, slim legs were splayed, disclosing the wealth at the crotch.
"You a cock watcher?" came from the perfect full lips and uttered in a deep mocking voice.
Oops, busted! I decided to ignore my "reveal" getting caught and played my hand like a straight roommate. I held out my hand and approached the cot. "I'm Craig. Glad to meet you."
"I bet you are, but keep your joy in check. I am totally straight and while I don't do dudes, I am not against gay marriage," he added sort of aimlessly.
I shrugged pretending I had no idea what he was talking about, and busied myself in unpacking and hanging up my clothes in the wardrobe. It was a crude affair, just one pole and curtains in front. When I pushed them aside, I saw that my roommate had only three hangers used. I managed to use the rest but cleverly I had brought six extras.
"You planning to put on a style show? Here at this little Granger College, more than one pair of jeans is ostentatious."
Again I resorted to my all purpose shrug and tried to hide the unpacking of six pair of shoes. Yes, I am a metro-sexual and homosexual, all in one. But don't try to put me in a gay box. I was Jiujitsu champ in high school. I have a rugged physique and love camping and sports. All that really confused Buck. Yeah that was his name.
Buck was a chem major. He special field of interest was weaponry. Not a very nice boi. But as the weeks rolled by, he proved to be a bit of a mix himself. He played the flute, a kind of girly instrument, you think? And he was very careful in his grooming. He shaved carefully daily and while doing it he'd swipe on his chest, lopping off the few blond hairs there. I thought it was cute but he saw me looking and scowled hard at me.
Buck was a good cook. The food here was awful and the two of us made trips in my Jeep to the supermarket and we spit the bill. He could take ordinary stuff and make it look and taste like a French restaurant. It appears and that had spent years in Europe with his widowed father who was with the State Department. Buck spoke and read three languages. But with all those accomplishments, he was a rough guy.
He was always wary of me and twice warned me not to bring any queer trash home with me. He always kept three feet between us at all times.
Things would have gone on like this, me being very careful in my sex forays and he boasting about his loss of virginity to a Polish nanny at age eleven. "I never stopped after that." However, up to now I saw no women in his life.
The big change came in the Chem lab. Buck mishandled a beaker and badly burned both hands. I was studying when they brought him to the dorm. One guy asked me if I would take him to the ER. "You got a car and you're his mate." (If only.)
Buck was moaning with pain. I took advantage of the situation and put my arm around his firm waist and helped him down the stairs and over to the other side of the lot where my Jeep was parked. As I helped him into the passenger seat, he expelled a deep breath and slipped into faint. I didn't try to waken him, I figured he'd be better off than feeling the bumping along in my old Jeep.
The attendant at the ER immediately took over. "He's a priority one. Wait here until we call you".
I waited almost two hours until , nurse came over. "You a friend of Buck's?" she asked. I fully expected he to say that he died. "He's in room 203. You may visit for ten minutes, he'd been sedated but awake.
How cute and boyish he looked lying there. His eye lashes lay on his cheek and for the first time I saw that they were not only exceptionally thick and curly, but they were black. A great look with his pale blond locks.
His eyes opened with an effort and he husked out something. I caught the words hungry and Milky Way. I told him that I could get some jello or soup. He half sat up in annoyance. "You queer. I said Milky Way!"
I did one of my patented shrugs and went down the hall to the commissary. They had 'em and I bought one. I tried to hand it to him but he looked at me murderously and shook his heavily bandaged hands at me.
"Okay, I'll unwrap it," I said patiently.
"And hold it and feed it to me.
So there I was feeding this chocolate prick to my friend's eager craw. It was upsetting and totally weird. He liked it. Aren't I lucky. He swiped his healthy pink tongue around his lips to catch any bit that clung there. Then he turned over onto his stomach and in a moment, he was breathing deeply in a profound, drug aided sleep. As he lay there I could see the split opening in his hospital grown exposing the smooth white skin of his broad back and the upper mounds of his ass. Since his face was turned away, I rubbed one off. Now don't judge me. I bet you would have too with such a sleeping beauty near you.
I feel asleep myself, my legs propped on another chair and I didn't wake up until there was sunlight streaming through the window. I opened my eyes and immediately saw Buck staring at me with a nice smile on his face.
"You were worried about me, Mom?"
"No, I hoped you can totally burned up so I could have the dorm room for myself."
Then we were quiet. Finally he said in a strained voice. "Can you help me pee. I'm about to wet myself."
I got the duck. If you don't know what that is, you've never been n hospital. "Take it out and get it at the opening." The poor guy was dying with embarrassment, but soon he was occupied in such a strong piss that it even splashed up to the top of the opening. He had a look of complete bliss on his face. I almost kissed him.
"Shake it," he said. I did it with my eyes closed. I think he appreciated that.
"I hope you won't have to shit. If you do, get a hospital attendent."
"They're very busy, there was a big accident on the state hyway. You're going to have to fill in."
Actually, later in the day they through him out. They needed the room for more serious cases. I helped him dress, enjoying the process. He glared at me when I settled his meat into his underwear pouch. I helped him into the Jeep and we rattled our way to the dorm. On the way, I'm sure both of us wondered how the coming days would go.
End Part One