An Instant Attraction

Looking out my third-floor dorm room window, I could see trees and the UT Tower.  Ending up in Austin had not been on my radar two years ago, but my aptitude in physics and my high school physics teacher’s connection with one of the professors here yielded me a full-time scholarship.  Because I didn’t have to get a job to help cover expenses, I would have more time for my studies.  I set my current savings to the side to pay for graduate school.  Everything went my way, even my roommate has a nice, happy demeanor.

Dennis North was an education major. He was open and friendly. He towered over me by three inches, so at six feet three inches tall and three hundred fifty pounds, he brought a lot of attention to himself. He was very jovial and joked that he’d been playing Santa Claus at a mall near his home since he was sixteen. I will openly admit that he was a great roommate during the day. The first, real problem of my freshman year began when he fell asleep.

He snored.

That’s not even a good description of it. He was like the freight train people hear just before the tornado destroys their house.

The people in the next room could hear him. I tried using earplugs, but then I couldn’t hear my alarm. I had to buy an old-fashioned wind-up alarm clock. I could hear the clattering bell even with my ears plugged. Often, I could still hear him snoring, but the volume was greatly lowered.

I had never considered being a Greek. Being a geek and sometimes labeled a freak was enough to make me shun institutions like frat houses, but if I could have a quiet room. My investigation of the varied fraternities was a direct result of the buzz-saw that went off every night as soon as his head hit the pillow. How is it that someone who is so likable, so pleasant to be around during the day, someone worthy of donating a kidney to, caused such hatred and murderous thoughts? My week of investigating the Greek way of life did nothing but put me a day behind in my studies.

I even began to search out study partners. Maybe I could find someone to study with late into the night, someone who would say, it’s too late to go back to your room, just sleep here. Maybe even someone to have a sexual relationship with; my book-learning on the subject had gone as far as it could, and I didn’t believe most porn videos were realistic.

A project partner I had for a programming class was so cute and flirty, that I seriously considered coming out to him. One night, after he’d had a few beers in him, he started talking about how anal sex was the best because anuses were so tight. His talk got me hard; I could almost not see straight. I locked eyes with him as he talked. All he had to do was lean down and kiss me, and I would give him my hole and anything else he wanted. Then he gave me his secret advice: slow tongue movements over their clits; stay on their clits until they are about to come, then slip a finger into the ass and tell them how much you want them. Fucking an ass is the best, he told me, and, as he laughed, he said, “Can’t knock ‘em up that way.”

Had he been scoping me out? Was he a straight guy who figured a hole was a hole, and a willing hole was even better? He’d broken my heart, I did my best not to fantasize about him after that.

Except for my lack of a ‘relationship,’ each day was heaven. I loved my classes. I found people that I could talk to. Even lunch was good. As soon as the evening came and Dennis put his head down, life was hell. I was alone away from my room for as long as I could be and then back to my room where the reverberations could have collapsed the walls of Jericho. Joshua didn’t need the ark of the covenant, seven days, or trumpets. He just needed Dennis for one night.

Before I knew it, November had arrived. Dennis invited me to his home for Thanksgiving. He lived a few hours away outside a town called Lampasas. I had no one close enough to see for the holiday, but I had hoped for a few nights of completely quiet sleep. Dennis told me that his parents wanted to meet me and that I should get out of the city and spend a few days in the country with some home-cooked meals. I relented. I didn’t really want to be alone on a deserted campus, not that it would be truly deserted, but maybe being away would be good for me. Plus he said I’d be in a guest room on the other side of the house. I hoped I wouldn’t regret going.

I had enough clothes packed for the long weekend. Dennis said that we could use the washers and dryers at his house as we prepared the bags the night before. That’s right, he used the plural. Something about that was weird, but there are families with double appliances, especially when there are a lot of kids. Dennis had only mentioned a sister. My sister back home was only seven, and she was a spoiled monster. She had no redeeming qualities, and I blamed my parents for that. I realized I hadn’t even given them a second thought since the start of the school year, and they hadn’t called or texted. So much for the love of family.

On the drive, I found out that Dennis had one brother and four sisters. Only one sister still lived at home, and he thought his brother was still at home, too. His brother was a year older and attending college at a local university and planned to transfer to UT the next year. Dennis called him a ‘strange bird.’

Matilda was two years older, and Dennis could not stop talking about how great she was. I began to feel that I was being set-up to be the next new member of the family. I was worried that the hopes he had for Matilda would come crashing down when I told him the truth. I had decided to wait.

Then he said it. “Wouldn’t it be fun if we turned out to be brothers-in-law?” He laughed in his contagious way.

I tried to joke. “Do you think I’m your brother’s type?” I smiled.

Dennis stopped laughing. “What?”

Here it came. “I’m gay, Dennis. The only way that we’d be brother’s-in-law is if I married your brother.”

“Oh,” was all he said. The car was quiet for several minutes after that.

I wasn’t sure if I should say more, but I did. “So, is your brother good-looking?”

“I suppose he’s OK. When he takes a bath and combs his hair.”

Shit, I thought. A strange bird brother who doesn’t bathe. And what has he told his sister?

Another few moments of silence passed. I had begun to wish that I’d stayed on campus.

“Well, we can still be life-long friends, right.” He chuckled and was back to his jovial self. He told me about all the things he had done in high school, the best places to go in town, and how I might like to go to Killeen and see the army guys. “Gays like army guys, don’t they?” he asked, but he didn’t wait for an answer. He kept right on talking.

A few hours later, we were on a country road. In Texas, some of them are called Farm to Market roads, and some are called Ranch Roads; I hadn’t paid enough attention to know the name of the one I was on. Dennis knew where we were going. He slowed down and turned into a driveway with a gate surrounded by huge stone walls and large towering trees. He pushed one of the garage door openers on his visor, and the gate swung open.

Didn’t I see something like this is one of those slasher movies, I thought, the one where the unsuspecting guest is the main course for dinner? We traveled down a long road lined with crape myrtles and oak trees before the house came into view. It was a mansion. The house itself was in good shape, but the landscaping had not been taken care of. So much for screwing the handsome gardener’s son for some fun. We pulled around to the side, and one of the eight doors on that side opened. We parked inside a huge garage.

“Mother’s car isn’t here, he said. I was hoping to introduce you before showing you where to put your stuff.”

“I’m sure it’s fine. I can drop it off, and you can show me where to find the bathroom.”

“Your room will have one. All the bedrooms have a bathroom. Kind of like the dorm.”

That had been one thing about the dorm that was convenient but disappointing. I had hoped for a large bathroom shared by all the guys so that I could look, discreetly, of course, at the guys as they got ready in the morning.

The house turned out to be a maze of rooms. I’m not sure I could find my way back to the garage. When we got to the top of the stairs, I could see behind the house through several huge windows. The fields seem to go on forever. Trees dotted the landscape and the fluffy white clouds made it look like a perfect day. Something kept making me look down the hall to my left, yet I saw nothing.

“So you’re down this way, and I’m the other way. Let me show you.” Dennis passed several doors before opening one.

I was sure I saw movement ahead on the right. “Who else is in the house?” I asked.

“My sister’s probably around here somewhere. Aaron might be here. Sometimes he studies in the room on the end; it has a stairway down to the library where the computers are. I’ll let you unpack and go to the bathroom. You know, the cook is probably here, but his room is above the garage. You might not even see him.”

“Until it’s too late?”

Dennis laughed. “I’m going to shower. I might go to the pool later. Go back to the staircase and when you get to the first floor, there’s another one around the corner that goes down to the pool.”

“I might do that, thanks. I think I’ll take a shower, too, and maybe a little nap.”

“See you later.” He went down the hall whistling.

I showered and went to put on some fresh clothes. I started with some linen colored cargo shorts. I had just finished tying one shoe and trying to decide whether the burnt orange longhorn t-shirt was really what I wanted to wear when a figure appeared at the door.

He stood just over six-feet tall; he was thin, very thin. His t-shirt hung on him exposing his collar bone. His arms were thin but muscular as were the hairy set of muscular legs that protruded from his tennis shorts and went down to his bare feet.

His dirty blonde hair was straight, clean, neatly combed. He had a precision straight part on the right side. His bangs were combed to the side, and he had just a few hairs that had come loose and arched toward his brow. He had a straight nose between crystal blue eyes. His chin was ever so slightly pointed with a sexy cleft that was augmented by the light coming from the hall.

I immediately felt my heart start to beat faster, and there was a stirring between my legs.

“Hi,” he said in his tenor voice. The Adam's apple on his thin neck bobbed as he spoke. I could see myself kissing it as he hummed a song. “I’m Aaron.”

I stood up and stepped toward him with an uneven gait as I wore only one shoe. I put my hand forward. “I’m Ethan.” I grasped his hand firmly. We shook once but didn’t let go when we had finished. He held it without moving it. Our eyes locked. It was as if I’d been searching profiles online and found one that was interesting enough to meet with no expectations, but when I met the guy, he was even better than his profile.

It stirred something inside of me. If I had been drinking, I could have been stupid at that very moment. I wanted to be stupid with this guy. I wanted to be sitting on a park bench and have this guy walk up to me and ask me to come back to his apartment with him.

Aaron let go of my hand, and I came back to reality. “I saw you when you came in. It’s nice to meet you.” He turned to go.

“Don’t go.”

“Dennis doesn’t like for me to talk to his friends, but I wanted to know your name.”

I smiled. “Can’t I be friends with both of you?” My dick was telling me to touch him, kiss him. My brain was telling me to get to stay and talk. He’s not just a hook-up at some party, as if I knew what that was like. My whole body screamed virgin. I’d never kissed, been kissed, sucked, been sucked, and I’d only dreamed about anal sex, unless fucking oneself with his own fingers counted.

“Let me get my other shoe on, and we can go on a walk. You’ve got shoes, don’t you.” I nodded toward his feet; I bet he likes foot rubs.

Aaron looked down and wiggled his toes. “OK. I’ll slip into my sandals.” He was gone in a flash. I didn’t even get a peek at his ass. I hadn’t finished tying my shoe before he was back.

“So where do you want to go?” he asked

“It’s your homestead, right? What’s your favorite place?” I raised my eyebrows and smiled. I wondered whether there might be a place for us to make out. Would he want to make out? I needed to stop questioning myself. If I’d met him at a dorm party, we’d already be tickling our tonsils, and I would have already reached down to feel his boner. I glance at his crotch. Why was I being so cautious? Was there anything to lose if I were more forward?

“I like to go down and look at the horses. The guys should be out working, so they won’t bother us.”

“Sounds perfect.” I got up and went to the door. I let my fingers graze against his as if I might hold his hand, but I walked past. It was strange, but he had changed his shirt. Did he read my mind about his other one? This one was a size smaller, and while it accentuated his thinness, he looked better in it. “So what guys are you talking about?”

“The ones that take care of the horses and the cattle. We’ve got some goats, too.”

He didn’t elaborate. Just the facts. I tried something more personal. “Your brother says you plan to come to UT next year. This spring, or in the fall.”

“The fall. I’ll have my basic courses done; they’ll transfer.”

“What’s your major?

“Computer engineering.”

We were at the top of the stairs, and as we went down them, Aaron didn’t speak. I wondered whether he was a short answer kind of guy. At the foot of the stairs, he continued. “I want to specialize in programming things like small appliances. You think that’s weird, don’t you? Don’t worry, a lot of people do.”

“I don’t think it’s weird. I think it’s interesting that you’re fascinated by that.”

“What do you want to do?” Aaron asked as he opened the front door.

“I’m not sure I want to say,” I laughed, and he smiled.

“Come on, tell me.”

I took a deep breath. “I want to learn COBOL and maintain legacy code.”

“I think that’s more niche-y than mine.” He said it without judgment. He moved his head to the east. “It’s this way.” He asked me where I was from because I didn’t sound Texan. I told him about a town outside of Toledo, Ohio, and he wanted to know if I was going to go back.

“There’s nothing that’s pulling me back. Maybe I’ll find a reason to stay here.”

I saw his cheeks flush with those words. Damn, he was cute. We continued talking as we walked down a dirt trail that vehicles had used frequently. Within fifteen minutes we reached the top of a small incline to see several buildings. Closest to us was a horse corral.

Aaron quickened his pace. “I think that’s Chip in the corral.” There was excitement in his voice.

I started to chase him as he ran toward the horse, and I was surprised to see the horse look up and trot over to the edge of the enclosure. I also noticed some men in the distance. It was obvious that Aaron was fixated on the horse and hadn’t noticed the men. When I caught up to him, he was patting the horse on his neck and running his fingers through the slightly tangled main. I noticed a man approaching us from within the closed area. Aaron had not.

“Well, fellas. Look who’s here,” the man shouted.

The horse tensed.

“What the fuck are you doing?” the man in chaps continued.

I stepped to the other side of Aaron. I noticed a few other men walking toward the opposite end of the corral.

“Brought your boyfriend, did you?”

“Jealous?” I spat at him. I already didn’t like this guy. From the reaction of the horse and the twitch in Aaron’s hand, I figured this man for a bully.

“What’d you say, boy?”

That pissed me off. “You fucking heard me. You’re not deaf.”

“Hubbard,” called a man from the back.

“I told you not to come around here,” the man said in a voice low enough for the others not to hear.

“Oh,” I said in an air of surprise. “So you own this property, and you’re in charge?” I saw his fists clench.

“You’ve got work, Hubbard!”

“Your daddy is calling you.” I continued to glare at him.

“I’m gonna fuck you up,” he growled.

“You ain’t fucking me,” I said. “This gay boy don’t go for pencil dicks, and I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last asshole on the planet.”

“Hubbard, if I have to come over there, your ass will be standing in the unemployment line.”

Hubbard turned and walked away.

“I don’t like him,” said Aaron. “Last year he was drinking and he asked me for a blowjob. He’s been nasty to me ever since.”

I looked at Aaron.

“I didn’t give it to him,” he said as if I had accused him.

“OK,” I nodded. “He asked for one; he didn’t get it; he needs to move on.”

“You were brave.” Aaron looked away for a moment. “Are you really gay?”

“Yes,” I said simply. “Are you OK with that?”

“Sure. Lots of guys at school are gay. I… I…” He bit his lip. “I think I want to go back to the house.”

Aaron was quiet on the way back. Had I misread him? I’d felt that he wanted to connect with me, but now he seemed distant. We went inside, he went in the direction of the kitchen, and by the time I got to that hallway, he was gone. I decided to go back upstairs and was headed up when Dennis called me.

“Dude, come back down. Let’s go swimming. We’ve got suits down here.” I turned around and headed down.

Amazed doesn’t begin to describe what I saw. There was an Olympic sized pool in the basement. In a changing room next to the pool, swimsuits in all sizes and styles were neatly arranged in a drawer. I grabbed some neon orange speedos and quickly changed. Dennis was already in the pool. There was a small hot-tub area to the side of the shallow end, and he was sitting there with the jets running. I dove in to do a few laps. The saltwater was incredibly warm. I did half a lap and then rolled onto my back to float. Images of Aaron drifted in and out of my head.

‘Stop it,’ I told myself. ‘He’s not interested, and besides, he’s too thin. He might be incredibly sexy, but you want someone with more muscle mass.’ Then those incredibly sexy legs came into view. I started to tread water.

“Hi,” Aaron called to me. He was wearing this incredibly short inseam swim brief. I hadn’t noticed that his legs went from here to eternity. He had small but extremely well-defined abs as well as ribs that I could count. He slipped into the pool and swam over to me.

“I don’t tread water very well,” he admitted. “No body fat, so I don’t float at all. It has something to do with my metabolism. Anyway, I’m sorry about earlier. You shouldn’t have had to defend me.”

“That’s what friends do, Aaron.”

“I should have taken care of it.” He looked down at the water; he was embarrassed by what had happened.

“Hey, look at me. I don’t think less of you because of that asshole. He was trying to stir up trouble. Don’t let him make trouble where there is none.”

Aaron nodded his head. “You’re right.”

I reached my hand out and interlaced a few fingers with his. “Still friends, huh?”

“Yeah,” he smiled, revealing two large cheek dimples and a deeper chin cleft.

I felt my dick begin to get hard.

“Arrggggh,” the scream reverberated in the natatorium, and Dennis cannonballed into the pool about a yard away from us. I jerked toward Aaron and pushed my hands down. With our fingers joined together, I pushed him under the water. He came up sputtering.

I was relieved when he smiled at me again.

Dennis’ head popped above the water’s surface. “Scared you, didn’t I?” He laughed. “Come sit in the hot tub with me.”

“No. I need to do some studying,” said Aaron.

“Come on,” I pleaded.

Aaron swam to the edge and pulled himself out. His ass was small and tight, and I wanted to chew on his cheeks and rim him until he screamed for mercy. Was I a shallow asshole? Did I just want sex with that cute man and that was all? Chances were that I’d never see him again after this weekend. I watched him walk away before I swam to the shallow end.

After swimming, I went to the library to borrow a small mystery book and began reading. I had almost finished when Dennis came to tell me that dinner was ready. We had chicken tortilla soup and iced-tea. His mother had not returned, and Dennis thought his sister was probably out with her. Aaron did not join us. The cook was a man in his thirties who spoke with a very broken accent, yet he seemed to completely understand normal Texas-English. The huge house with only four male occupants--I started to get the willies again. Dennis asked me if I wanted to watch ‘Star Wars’ with him in the media room, and I agreed, “Sure.”

We sat in really plush chairs. The TV was remarkably large and clear, and the sound was awesome. I felt dizzy when Obi-Wan was on the platform disengaging the tractor beam, and I was glad to have experienced the movie that way.

“How about watching ‘The Man from Planet X’? It’s one of my favorites; it’s low budget, but fun.”

“Why not,” I replied, and we watched a low-budget black and white movie with a nice plot, a few minor holes, and a creepy-looking papier-mâché puppet head. After, we headed upstairs.

I got undressed and crawled between the covers. It was so quiet that it was unnerving. I slipped off my underwear and pushed it under my pillow. I fingered my testicles a little and pulled on my scrotum. It had been a long time since I was able to sleep completely nude. After laying there for what seemed like an hour, I got up and went to the window. I pushed the curtains to the side and gazed out into the night. I was surprised by the absolute black of the sky. There seemed to be no outside lights from the house.

I remained still and listened. Was the house breathing? There were no creeks or moans, but… Was it the wind, the air conditioning, did they have a fucking pipe organ? What the hell was making that barely audible sound.

“Ethan?”

I tensed. My ass hole clenched tightly shut. I tried to remain still, but I could tell I was trembling. The air had gone out of the room. I couldn’t breathe. I wanted to scream, shout, or something.

“Ethan?”

I became dizzy. I was going to die.

“Are you awake, Ethan? It’s Aaron.”

I gasped. “Fuck, man. You scared the shit out of me.” I heard him chuckle just slightly.

“Are you by the window?” Aaron asked. “I think I see your shape.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Let me turn on the light.”

“No. Stay there.”

I sensed a shape moving closer to me until he was right in front of me. I moved my fingers toward him, and the tips brushed against his stomach. He wasn’t wearing a shirt.

He stepped closer. “I’m gay, Ethan.”

I brought both my arms up to pull him closer to me. He’d just given me permission. I found his lips with mine. The kisses were soft caresses. My fingers felt the firmness of his pecs and the hardness of his nipples. Soft murmurs told me that he enjoyed it.

Aaron’s hand found my ass. “You’re naked. Oh, fuck, you feel so good.” He put his cheek against mine. “I…”

I moved my head to cover his mouth with mine, and I ran my tongue over his lips. I felt his hardness twitch against me. I ran my hand into his sweatpants and wrapped my fingers around his shaft.

“Yessss,” he responded.

I moved down and pulled his pants to the floor. He stepped out of them. I found his dick with my hand and placed my mouth over the head. I licked and sucked and then put as much of him into my mouth as I could. I loved the sensation of a stiff cock in my mouth. Aaron’s hands were on my head; he wasn’t holding it. He just rested them there. I began to move my hand on the base of his rod while I sucked and licked the head.

“Ethan. Ethan. Ethan.”

Then Aaron came in my mouth. He filled my mouth. Cum ran down my chin; I swallowed, but there was too much. Aaron sat down on the floor in front of me.

“Oh, Ethan,” he said barely above a whisper.

“I know,” I replied. “Incredible, huh?”

Aaron held my head and kissed me. “Is that my cum?”

“It sure is.”

“I want to suck you now.”

“Let’s snuggle first. Let me catch my breath. Let’s get in the bed.” I stood up and pulled him to his feet. I wrapped my arms around him. His strong, toned thinness was so sexy. Even in the dark.

We crawled into bed and spooned. I moved my hand back and forth over his abs. I heard his breathing become regular, and I knew he was asleep. I closed my eyes. I remember having a dream about horses running through fields of tulips. Aaron was on Chip, and I floated over the field with the bottoms of my feet being tickled by the blossoms.

I was drowsily lifting my head to the sensation of a mouth wetting my scrotum. Aaron ran his tongue over my ball sack and up my hard shaft. “These balls are full,” he said before continuing to run his tongue up my body. He put his hands in mine and brought them above my head. He buried his face in my armpit. I could feel his hard dick move across my stomach. My dick lurched in response.

Aaron’s mouth covered mine; his tongue moved deep into my mouth. I moaned; I thought I might come, and then I felt the ropes tighten around my ankles and wrists. I twisted my head around. Two women were at the head of the bed, and Dennis was at the foot of the bed.

“I told you he was a good one,” laughed Dennis.

“Tasty balls,” said Aaron.

“They’re yours,” said Dennis.

“I’ll grill them up for you,” said his mom.

Aaron looked down at me. “I’m going to miss you. You gave a great blowjob. And Chip liked you.”

“I get his liver,” said Matilda.

“That’s not fair,” said Dennis. “Mom, tell her she has to share.”

“It’s totally fair. You said he was going to be my boyfriend, not Aaron’s.”

“Children, stop it.  Now, Aaron, get off of him, and somebody bring me the hammer.”

Will Ethan escape the ropes?  Will Ethan fuck Hubbard, even though he said he wouldn't.  Will the medication that Ethan takes for a chronic condition turn to poison during the BBQ process and kill Dennis?

You'll have to read part 2 to find out.