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My Room Part Three
Dear Nifty Readers,
Well, it's Monday after school and the first time I've had time to write to you. The first day in school as the roommate of Kent Baxter was interesting; I'll tell you about it. First, I know you're all wondering what happen with the party. Right? Well, almost all of you told me to go. What some of you told me to do there is a little embarrassing. OK, OK, I'm going to tell you what happened.
Well to be honest, I couldn't get up the courage to ask Kent to take me. I know, I'm a wimp. But honestly, I was afraid he'd say 'no' and then what would I do? How could we sleep with each other after that? The good news is I didn't have to ask him; he asked me. I was just hanging around in my room while Kent and his Mom had a chance to talk about what they wanted to do and he came in all smiles.
"Hey, guess what Nick, my Mom and I are going to stay with you guys for awhile. We both really appreciate how nice you and your Mom have been taking us in and getting us away from my Dad while he sorts out his problems."
"Yeah, no problem," I said.
Kent went on, "Also I texted Brian and asked if he'd mind if I brought you along to the party. I hope you don't mind. I just thought you might have fun, and if you have a lot to do, I'll be glad to help you before we go," he smiled.
"No, I mean yeah, that's cool. I'd like to go. What should I wear?" I asked.
"Well let's take a look, you're a little taller than me and by the looks of the size of your feet, I'd say you're not done growing. What size are they?" he asked.
"Thirteen," I answered.
'Wow, you know what they say, your feet are an indication of the size of your dick," he laughed.
"What would I do with a size thirteen dick," I wondered out loud.
"Use two hands," Kent said laughing.
"Here, slip off your shorts and try these jeans on and I'll help you with your shirt. I've got one I think would look great on you." At that, Kent reached over and helped pull my shirt over my head as I dropped my shorts. Yeah, I was hard again, damn; I can't keep it down when he's so near and touching me and everything.
Anyway, I stood there in just sox and boxers and Kent looked me over. That's when he said, "You know Nicky, you've got a nice body. We should have no problem getting you some action tonight."
"Thanks," I said, thinking, 'Nah, he's not checking me out, no way.'
I dressed in my jeans and one of Kent's shirts and he showed me a better way to comb my hair. Before long, he was dressed and we borrowed his Mom's car and headed to the party. I know what you're thinking; this is way too easy. Right? Yeah, that's because you don't know what happened when we got there yet!
**** As soon as we arrived at Bryan's house, I met his folks and actually met Bryan; he was nice and made me feel welcome. That's when I turned to say something to Kent and he was gone. Way on the other side of the room was a group of girls, every one of them was cute and they were all surrounding Kent. It went on like that for hours. I found a soda and an empty chair and watched him dance and party.
A couple hours into the party, I saw Sarah come in. She joined the other girls waiting her turn to be with Mister Wonderful. Finally she noticed me and came over. She said, "Nicky, I didn't know you were going to be here. Who did you come with?"
"Hey Sarah, yeah, I've been here awhile. I came with Kent Baxter. He's staying with us for awhile."
"You're kidding." she said, "Is he sharing your room?"
"Yeah, you know we have a small place," I said sarcastically.
"Yeah, it's just every girl and few guys in our class would jump at the chance to trade places with you," she said.
"Yeah, well it's no big deal," I replied.
"Oh," she said looking over at him.
"Well I need to go. My Mom said I could only come for a little while," Sarah informed me.
"Gee you didn't get a chance to dance with Kent yet," I said with a smart attitude that she completely missed.
"I know, will you tell him I was here and wanted to say 'hi'?"
"Sure, but hey, if you're leaving, how about dropping me off?" I asked, "I'm tried and want to go home."
"Sarah looked at me with surprise and said hopefully, "Sure, maybe we can park for a while before you go in..."
"Sorry. Maybe another time," I replied. I followed her to her car and we headed back to my place.
That was it, I told myself. No way was I going to waste my time dreaming about Kent Baxter. What a waste! I was angry at myself for being so foolish and even thinking there could be anything between us. I looked in the mirror and reminded myself that I was straight, and the thought of Kent Baxter and I doing anything was just stupid. I washed my face, pulled off my clothes, all but my boxers, and went to bed.
It was probably about 2:00 AM when I heard the door open. I just laid there and watched him quietly get undressed. This was going to be interesting, because for him to get into bed, he was going to have to climb over me. He came over to the bed; in the shadows, I could see he was naked and very close to me. I guess you know what that did to my dick. Right?
He reached out and shook me and I said, "What do you want?"
"I'd like to get into bed and I wish I knew why you left me."
"What difference does it make? You were busy with every girl there. You didn't need my company."
"I'm sorry. Can I get into bed please?" he said with a hurt sound in his voice. My heart melted, what can I say, I'm a softy, well except for my dick that is.
I pulled the covers up to get out and he saw I had my boxers on and stepped back.
"I should probably put something on," he said with hesitation.
"No, stay comfortable," I said and I pulled my boxers off and threw them across the room.
"Dang Nicky, you are always hard! We've got to do something about that." I looked at him and he was semi hard.
I said, "I'm sure you got yours taken care of a few times tonite."
Kent crawled into bed and said, "I could have, but none of them interested me. I've got someone else in mind, but I don't think they know it yet."
'Great,' I thought, 'more competition!'
Now I could feel his warm body. It seemed he was very close to me. I wish he wouldn't do that. Doesn't he know what that does to me?
Kent spoke, "Nicky, I'm sorry I didn't pay more attention to you at the party, but I'm here now. Is there anything I can do make you happy?"
"Yeah, you took my pillow, can I trade with you?" I said. I know what I wanted to say, but dang it guys, how will I ever know if he wants me? He had every girl at the party and he's best friends with all the cool guys. I'm just a normal guy. I can't compete with that. I took my pillow, put it over my head and went to sleep.
Sunday, Kent and his Mom spent the day at relatives. And then came Monday morning.
We both were getting ready for school. I watched him get dressed. Gosh he was so cute naked. I hated to see anything cover that body of his, but once he was dressed, I was happy just to look at him, too. He is one fine looking guy.
Just as I was getting my backpack and ready to head for the bus, I heard a horn out front and looked out the window. Down below was a red Corvette, with none other than Greg Thornton, the President of our class. Kent looked kind of sad and said, "Sorry, but Greg always picks me up for school and there is just room for two."
I said, "Yeah, that's cool, go ahead."
"How will you get there," he looked concerned.
"The big yellow limo," I said.
"Oh, the school bus," he confirmed.
Yeah, I saw him in class and at lunch, but never could get close. I really never tried. He did ask me to join him for lunch and he was nice whenever we saw each other, but I just shied away, not wanting to look stupid or like I was coming on to him.
Anyway, I'm in My Room. I've been home for a couple hours. My homework's done and I hear him coming into the apartment. I know he's going to come into the room in a few minutes. I don't know what to do. How do I find out if he wants to, you know, really be my friend? The truth is, I want more than that. I wonder if he does.
Guys, I'm really lame at this crap. Do you think he likes me? If I come onto him and he rejects me I'll just die. What should I do? If he comes in that door and strips again, I'm going to blow a load. I need your help and some good advice.
Thanks, Nicky