Getting a Helping Hand

Getting a Helping Hand

I opened the door to my dorm room and for the second time in three weeks, I could see that my assigned roommate had moved out. I knew the first one wasn’t going to last long when I heard him crying the first night. I asked him the next day if there was anything I could do to help, and he basically told me he was home sick and wanted to leave school before he even had a class. When I got back from my afternoon class on that first day, he had packed and was gone.

Two days later, when I returned after class, I found a big lump sleeping on the bed across the room from mine. I don’t think he ever told me his name and the only time he wasn’t sleeping in his bed was when he was playing games on his computer. He never looked up to acknowledge me or even just say hi, I was sure he never went to a class in the week and a half he lived in that room.

So, it was no real surprise that he was now gone, I shrugged to myself and thought maybe I would have a room to myself for the semester. I sent a text to Ashley, my girlfriend of the past year and a half.

Me: lost another roomie, got the place to myself.

Ash: be over soon, she added a smiley face emoji.

I quickly tidied up the room and soon heard the light knock on my door. I smiled at Ash as she walked into the room.

She grinned, “so what did you do to chase this one off?”

I laughed, “I didn’t do anything, and I don’t think he did either, that’s why he’s gone.”

We joked about the “mama’s boy” and the “slug”. We laid on my bed watching some TV and talking, and maybe we fooled around a little bit. I noticed she was getting more texts than usual and was looking at them while I was unable to see her screen.

She set her phone on the bed, and I asked, “who’s sending all the texts?”

She rolled her eyes, “I told my roommate that I was coming here and that we had the room to ourselves, so now she’s being annoying, she thinks if she keeps interrupting us, we won’t have any fun.”

I wrapped my arms around her and said, “well, let’s shut that phone off and have that fun then.”

I started to tickle her, and we rolled around on the bed. She broke free and said, “wait, I have to pee, unless you want me to pee on your bed you better let me go to the bathroom.”

She giggled as she ran to the bathroom, I lay back on the bed trying to catch my breath. I heard a text ding on her phone that she had left on the bed. I was trying to think of a witty text to send to her roommate to get her to quit texting. I looked at the screen and the smile quickly left my face, and I read the last 3 or 4 texts that she had gotten. They were not from her roommate, unless she had her roommate saved in her contacts as “Hot Brandon”. He was asking when they could get together again, and when she was going to finally dump her “loser boyfriend”.

I heard Ash opening the door and walk back into the room. I got up from the bed and handed her the phone. I said, “you can tell “Hot Brandon” that you got dumped by your “loser boyfriend” so you can get together anytime.”

The color drained from her face, “Zane, it’s not like that, and why are you looking at my phone.”

I walked to the door and opened it and said, “don’t even try to explain, go after Brandon with my blessing.”

I slammed the door shut as soon as she walked out. She said through the door, “I’ll call you when you’ve had a chance to calm down.”

I immediately grabbed my own phone and blocked her number, I fell back onto my bed. Two roommates and now my girlfriend, maybe I was the problem, was I really that bad?”

Ash had a couple of her friends try to talk to me, but I quickly shut them down. If I was being honest with myself, I was actually not that upset about my breakup with her. She was an ok piece of ass, but I knew I didn’t see myself with her for the rest of my life.

I concentrated on my classes and joined an intramural flag football team. It was a lot of fun and I quickly made a few new friends, so I was no longer thinking about Ash. I got back to my room after a game, stripped and took a shower. I stepped in front of the mirror after I dried off and was getting ready to brush my teeth when I heard light knocking on my door. I sighed, thinking it sounded like Ash knocking. I wrapped the towel around my waist and yanked the door open, ready to yell at her. To my surprise there was a nerdy, skinny little guy standing there holding a bag and a few boxes sitting beside him.

I stuttered, “oh, hey, can I help you?”

He pushed the long bangs that had covered half of his face out of the way and said, “yeah, I’m Trent, the housing office sent me here, they said I’m your new roommate.”

I looked him up and down, he stood about 5’4” and maybe weighed 120 pounds. He had jet black hair and dark eyes, I noticed a bruise on his left cheek and I think he had a shiner under his right eye. He shifted from one foot to the other as I looked at him, waiting for me to respond.

I notice how uncomfortable he was, and I quickly said, “oh, ok, um, come on in, I’m sorry I didn’t know the housing office was sending me another roommate.”

He hung his head, “sorry, I can go back and check with them if you…”

I shook my head, “no, that’s ok, come in.” I opened the door wide and helped him carry his boxes in. I set them on his bed and turned to him and held out my hand. I smiled, “I’m Zane Thomas.”

He offered a weak, sweaty hand, “Trent Adams.” He nervously looked at me standing there in just a towel. I suddenly realized I wasn’t wearing any clothes.

I turned to the bathroom and said, “sorry, I’ll get dressed.” I grabbed a shirt and pair of shorts as I went to the bathroom. When I came back out, Trent was just sitting on his bed, he had not started to unpack.

I said, “sorry, I didn’t know you were coming, I’ll get my things off your bed, that dresser is yours and you can use that desk.”

He looked down at the floor, “sorry for just showing up, but the housing office said they sent an email.”

I grabbed my laptop and opened my email, yep there it is, Campus Housing, subject: roommate assignment.

I smiled, “no problem, just make yourself at home, if any of my things are in your way, just move them or let me know.”

He gave me a slight smile, “thanks.”

I gathered all of my things that were on his side of the room, I moved my clothes down in the closet, so he had room for his. I chuckled to myself, I guess the housing office has a sense of humor, matching this little guy up with me, his small frame the complete opposite of my 6’ nearly 200 pounds, his dark hair and eyes to my blonde hair and blue eyes. I was also a little concerned, either he was scared of me, or he was very shy, maybe a combination of both. He put his books on his desk and started to pull the clothes from his bag and put them in his dresser.

I tried to make small talk, “so did your roommate leave school too.”

He glanced at me, “no, we just didn’t get along, so they had me move.”

I nodded, “I see, I had two before you, they both quit school, I was starting to think it was me, I hope you stay longer.” I chuckled, hopefully he understood I was joking.

Once again, I just got a slight smile. I tried to get him open up a bit, I told him where I was from, what my major was and asked him about his. He just gave simple one word answers. I thought to myself, this is going to be a long semester, if this is how our conversations are going to go. After I finished my homework, I crawled into bed and went to sleep, and so did Trent.

Over the next week, I continued to try to talk to Trent, and slowly he relaxed a bit, and we were actually having real conversations. One of those talks led us back to our original roommates, and I told him about the “mama’s boy” and “slug”, I think I even heard him laugh a little.

I asked, “so is your roommate story worse than mine?”

He suddenly looked as nervous as he was that first night he showed up at my door. I said, “it’s ok if you don’t want to talk about, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

He shook his head, “no, it’s fine. I guess I should tell you before you find out.”

I asked, “find out what?”

He took a deep breath, “the housing office moved me because my roommate beat me up.”

I was suddenly pissed, “beat you up, what the hell…”

Trent sighed, “yeah, we didn’t have a lot in common to start with, he was a big redneck type. I made the mistake of leaving one of my dresser drawers open and when I came back from class, he went ballistic and started to hit me.”

I remembered the bruise and the black eye on the day he moved in, and I was now even more upset, “he hit you for leaving your drawer open?”

He shook his head, “no, he saw my Pride t-shirt in the drawer.” He stared at me to see my reaction.

I thought a minute, “you mean, you’re gay?”

His face blushed as he continued to look at me, “yes.”

My eyes narrowed, “and that is why that bastard beat you up?”

Trent nodded. I stood up and started to pace, I asked, “what’s his name, what dorm is he in?”

Trent looked confused, “why?”

I said, “I think me and few of my friends should go have a talk with him.”

Trent just looked up at me with biggest look of relief, “it’s ok Zane, they kicked him out of school.”

I sat back down on my bed, “that’s too good for that asshole, he should have had his ass kicked.”

Trent just smiled at me and from that point on he relaxed, and we became friends, I was actually liking having the little runt around. We still had our own friends and interests, but when we were both home at the same time, we had some great talks.

About halfway through the semester we were having one of our talks. He said, “I really wanted to thank you.”

I asked, “for what?”

He said, "for talking to me that first week I moved in, I thought you were going to be pissed to have a gay roommate, but you weren’t. That meant a lot to me, thank you.”

I smiled, “hey, as long as you keep your skinny little ass in your own bed, what do I care if you suck dicks.”

He threw his pillow at me, “leave it to you to take a nice moment and be an ass.”

I laughed as I threw his pillow back, “just remember if anyone ever gives you shit about being gay, all you have to do is tell me and I will make sure it never happens again.”

He smiled, “thanks Zane.”

We got to Thanksgiving break and Trent was packing to go home for the four-day weekend. My parents were going to my aunt’s house in Florida for the holiday, so I was staying at school.

Trent said, “my mom says you are more than welcome to come home with me for the weekend, you shouldn’t have to stay here alone.”

I smiled, “thanks, but I’ll be fine, besides I won’t be alone, a few of my friends from my flag football team are staying here too. We’ll find something to do, also I have that big project due in two weeks, this will give me time to work on that.”

Trent threw his bag over his shoulder, “the invitation stands, if you decide you want to come just let me know, mom will set an extra place at the table for you.”

I slapped him on the shoulder, “just go home, tell your family hi for me and quit worrying about me, I’ll be fine.”

And I was fine, until Saturday afternoon. We had an impromptu flag football game, I tripped over one of my teammates. We took a trip to the ER and two hours later, I was dropped off at my dorm room with both my hands wrapped in plaster casts. I had broken both of my wrists when I tried to break my fall. My buddy Jake sat me on my bed with a bottle of water, bag of chips and the remote for the TV.

He said, “good luck Zane, I have a date tonight, but text me tomorrow if you need anything.”

I rolled my eyes, “yeah, thanks a lot.”

He snickered as he pulled the door closed and he left me alone. I was thankful that he at least took the cap off the bottle of water, I was able to lift it to my lips between the casts on my hands. I wasn’t too concerned that I was alone until I needed to take a piss. Damn it, how was I going to get my pants down. Luckily, I was wearing sweatpants, I went to the floor and scooted backwards until I worked them down off my hips. I stood up and shook my legs until they fell to the floor, and I stepped out of them. I repeated the same procedure for my underwear, and I sat on the toilet to relieve myself. Once I finished, I stood and looked down at my clothes on the floor, then at my hands, fuck it, I’m alone I can just watch TV without my pants, besides, I would probably need to pee again. I figured out how to change the channel by using my nose on the remote. I lay in bed and finally drifted off to sleep, I just left the TV on all night.

I was feeling pretty good about taking care of myself until the next morning when I needed to take a shit. I walked to the toilet and sat and as soon as I started, it dawned on me that wiping my ass was going to be a problem. I sat there for about half an hour trying to think of something, I finally stood and stepped into the shower, and turned on the water. I held my casts above my head and backed my ass under the shower stream. I lifted on leg up so the water would wash my crack, it wasn’t perfect, but it was the best I could do without the use of my hands. Jake was a good friend, but I was sure I couldn’t call him to come over to wipe my ass. I was able to get a towel around my waist and made my way back out to my bed. I dozed on and off throughout the day.

I awoke went I heard a key unlocking the door, I looked at the clock, it was 6pm.

Trent walked in a threw his bag on his bed and said, “hey Zane, you been sleeping all day?”

I held my hands up, “yep, can’t do much else.”

His eyes widen as he saw the casts, “what happened?”

I told him the whole story as he unpacked and then sat on his bed. He asked, “have you been here all alone since Josh dropped you off?”

I nodded, “yeah, he left me with a bottle of water and bag of chips.”

He said, “wow, you must be hungry, can I get you something to eat?”

I said, “yeah, I guess I am a little hungry, but you may have to feed me, kind of hard to hold silverware with these.”

He chuckled, then noticed the towel laying across my lap, He stood and asked, “are you not wearing any pants?”

I felt my face turn red, “um, yeah, I had to go to the bathroom, I couldn’t get them back on after I got them off. Sorry.”

He laughed, “it’s ok, I understand, I’m impressed you were able to go by yourself.” He suddenly paused as he started to think, “wait, how did you… um… wipe?”

I turned even redder, “I tried to rinse off in the shower, I’m not sure how well I did though.”

Trent went to our fridge and pulled out a bottle of water and opened it for me. He walked to the bed and handed it to me.

I took it from him, “thank you, I don’t know how close you want to get to me, I don’t think I smell to good right now.”

He put his hand to his nose, “wow, yeah I just got a whiff, you are pretty ripe.”

I took a drink of my water and then took a deep breath, “I know it is a lot to ask, but… would you help me?”

Trent looked at me puzzled, “sure, I’ll help you, what do you want me to do?”

I felt myself blush again, “I really need a shower.”

I could see him thinking, then finally said, “yeah, I could help you, if you are sure.”

I sighed, “well, I know it will be a little awkward, but I really can’t ask Josh or any of my other teammates to help with this. I trust you to not make this any worse than it is.”

Trent said, of course, you’re my friend, this is just a friend helping another friend, no need to make it anything else, right?”

I smiled, “thank you, I knew I could count on you.”

He took a deep breath, “ok, so how do you want to do this?”

I said, “well, can you take my shirt off?”

He nodded, “sure.”

I raised my arms as he pulled the shirt over my head, I put my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, the towel fell to the floor. We both paused, we looked at the towel and then each other, both wide eyed.

I shrugged, “what the hell, I was going to be naked in the shower anyway.” I walked to the bathroom, Trent followed behind.

He chuckled, “man, you really do stink.”

His little joke broke the tension and we both relaxed a little as he turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. I stepped into the tub and looked at Trent, I could tell he was trying to think of the best way to proceed.

He said, “It would be best if I get in the shower with you so we can shut the curtain.”

I nodded, “yeah, water would be all over the place if we don’t.”

He looked nervously at me, “I’m going to strip down to my underwear, is that ok?”

I thought a moment, “yeah, that’s fine.”

He started to undress and for the first time, I really looked at his body. I mean I had seen him change clothes before, but I never actually paid any attention. Even though he was skinny, he had a nice defined chest and a six-pack with just a light coat of dark hair. Once he had his pants off, I also noticed a large bulge in his boxer briefs. I quickly looked away and raised my arms above my head as he stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain shut behind him.

I stepped under the water as he picked up the bottle of shampoo and squirted it in his hand. He reached up and washed my hair, he had a very gentle touch as he massaged my scalp. I stood there with my arms raised, one resting on the curtain rod, the other on the opposite wall. I leaned back and rinsed the shampoo out of my hair, Trent grabbed the body wash and started to wash my chest and stomach. I just closed my eyes trying to forget that a gay man was rubbing his hands all over my naked body. He turned me around and washed my back, starting at my neck and working his way down. He stopped at the top of my ass, then went to his knees and worked on my legs. I flinched when he worked to the top of my thigh, close to the crack of my ass.

He asked, “are you ok?”

I nodded, “yeah, sorry it just took me by surprise.”

He took a breath, “ok, I’m going to wash your ass crack now, are you ready?”

I sighed, “yep, go for it.” I bit my lip as I felt the washcloth spread my cheeks, closing my eyes even tighter. I was relieved when he didn’t linger and was being very professional about this whole thing. He stood and turned me around, I was still holding my arms above my head, he filled the cloth with body wash again. My eyes were still closed, I knew he was probably going to wash my dick and balls next. When I didn’t feel him touching me, I opened my eyes and found him just standing there staring at me. I looked down at my cock and was embarrassed to see that I was fully hard.

I stammered, “sorry, I didn’t…”

He smirked, “it’s ok, it’s a natural response. I’m going to wash it now, ok?”

I looked him in the eyes and nodded, we held our gaze as he wrapped the washcloth around my hard member and started to clean me. My mind was racing, Jesus Christ, was this supposed to feel this good?

I panted, “I think it’s clean.”

He looked up at me, “do you want me to stop?”

I surprised myself when I just shook my head, “no, you can clean it as long as you want.”

I looked down at his hand working up and down my shaft, I was even more shocked when I noticed the tent in Trent’s boxer briefs. Trent caught me looking at him, he turned red and said, “sorry.”

I am still not sure what came over me, I said, “you might as well take your underwear off too, that looks very uncomfortable.”

He kept stroking my cock with one hand as he grabbed his soaked waistband with the other. He pulled it over his dick and my mouth fell open when I saw his cock freed from it’s fabric cage. Holy shit, I have seen a lot of dicks in the locker room in my years of playing sports, but Trent would have put most all of them to shame. His big dick was completely out of proportion to the rest of his small body.

We continued to look each other in the eyes, he asked, “are you ok?”

I nodded, my mouth suddenly dry, “uh-huh, I’m good. You don’t have to keep using the washcloth.”

He asked, “are you sure?”

Again, I just nodded. Trent let the cloth fall to the floor and I felt his hand back on my aching cock, then the other one began to massage my full nuts. I closed my eyes again and leaned my head back, just enjoying the sensation going on between my legs. I kept my head back as I heard Trent moving around a bit, I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt his hand leave my dick, only to be replaced by a warm mouth. I looked down to see him bobbing up and down and his dark beautiful eyes looking up at me. Jesus, did I just think he had beautiful eyes, guys don’t have beautiful eyes, what the hell is happening to me. I am not gay, why was I enjoying this so much? Trent started to swirl his tongue or something, it was something I had never felt before, I felt my balls tightened.

I panted, “you’re going to make me cum.”

I’m not sure but I think he smiled at me and tightened the grip that his lips had on my cock. I couldn’t hold back any longer and flooded his mouth with my seed. My knees became weak, and I had to lean back on the wall of the shower to keep from falling over. I looked down at Trent, he was now leaning back jacking that huge cock. He closed his eyes as his body shuddered and he blew his load all over my feet and legs, shit, there was cum everywhere.

He caught his breath and opened his eyes, he looked at my legs then up to me, “sorry.” He started to wash his cum down the drain.

I chuckled, “it’s fine, God how long have you been saving that load?”

He blushed, “I guess it has been a few weeks.”

I felt the water start to turn cold, I said, “I think we are running out of hot water, we better finish up.”

Trent stood and shut the water off and grabbed the towel and started to dry me off. We stepped out of the shower, he said, “I hope this doesn’t change things between us, I know you aren’t gay and that things can’t go any further, but I…”

I stopped him, “relax, we're good. We have to be, I am going to need help taking a shower every day for the next four to six weeks.”

 

The End…