===Take the word "college" in the title seriously. Unless you are over 18 and of college age please do not register for this course. It is for over 18 folks of bad character.
Here's the thing. I couldn't get a college acceptance when I graduated from high school, Great Neck South, Long Island. I went the CC way and after two years of that, I applied to Rocky Point as a soph. It worked! So many kids drop out that it makes room for us bottom feeders.
I couldn't get into the main branch, only accepted at South Hampton, but who's to complain, beach, water skiing and all that good stuff. There was one hitch, the one dorm building was filled and as a new transferee I was required to stay on campus. This could be a deal breaker.
"We're filled," the fat, flutey, hand fluffing gay guy in the housing office told me. When he saw the sad face I put on (well practiced) he said, "You're one of those gorgeous straight boys who drive us nuts, but if you will accept a gay room mate there is the best dorm, just came available. It's like a penthouse."
Gay smay, I didn't care as long as I could score a bed (don't take that the wrong way.)
I am handsome, why show false modesty. I look like the typical square jawed jock with body to match...and cock at the ready for any girls I can separate from the flock.
The story behind the "pent house" dorm is that Drew's family paid double so he could have a place of his own. "I needed a sin nest to bring my panting boys to," he said, ignoring the preposition at the end of that sentence.
"I am forced to take on another paying occupant and I guess you'll do. I can see you are one of those intensely straight athletes. Oh well, (fanning himself) I can stand it, I'll do my trade somewhere else, the library stacks, the bookstore bathroom, or behind the pub, near the trash cans. But I warn you, eventually you will beg for my services."
"Don't even hold your breath. Don't even think about it. You're not too good looking now, but when I do a job on your face, you can get an extra job in "Halloween XX".
"Ooh you are so sure of yourself and so masterful. I feel faint."
Well that whole sissy act was pretty extreme. It was done to set the stage. I think Drew thought that if it didn't get me running, that there was a chance we could manage to room together.
I held out my hand. "Robert," I said with an economy of words.
"Oh Bobby, your hand is so firm, but a bit rough. Want to borrow some of my lotion?"
"I do parallel bars, that roughs up the palms," then I was sorry I told so much.
You prob wonder what Drew looks like. He's got a long straight nose. The shape is okay but it belongs on a different face. Big ears too. Nice blue eyes, but it's his body that is worth noting. He's about six foot three (I'm a compact 5" 10"). His fingers are very long, so is his neck. The rest is a slim, small waisted job.
The room was neat, too neat, girly boy neat. I will have to curb my naturally sloppy ways. While I was considering that, I heard Drew saying in his, not unpleasant, alto voice, "That fuzzy whisker face. Is it for style, or just that you forgot to shave this week?"
I didn't answer, but I rubbed my hand over my face and decided that I would shave in the morning.
Unpacking took only about ten minutes, I wear slides all year, have one pair of shorts, jeans I was wearing and three tee shirts. Everything fit in the empty dresser and the closet now held my empty back pack. I lay down on the bed and put my hands behind my neck, my usual way of initialing a nap, when I realized that Drew was standing right next to my bed. I jumped up thinking he was about to try to rape me.
"Relax straight boy. I just offering you a drink to memorialize our amalgamation."
"Thanks, I can use a drink, but can the idea of amalgamation."
It wasn't just a drink, it was sixteen year old scotch, smooth like old brandy. I had three, so did he. He seemed much nicer than earlier and intelligent and funny. I was too, thanks to the booze.
Drew patted my cheek. I didn't break his arm. Actually I don't think I had the strength. I was tired from the trip and the on packing, well that wasn't hard, was it?
As I was going through this soliloquy, I realized that Drew was staggering around, setting up a hot plate, warming an omelet pan and cracking eggs.
"Mushroom and cheese okay, and strong coffee?"
See, it my roomie was straight, I would never have had such a nice offer. And it looked like he was a really good cook. Of course that little apron was annoying.
I ate two of those great concoctions (he loved the word.) then I got sleepy as hell and lay back, in my clothes, and fell asleep.
End Part One
-You think Robert will get some gay sex? Are you kidding? This is Nifty Archive.