In the ID Card Line

A nerve-wracking few days described the start of my freshman year at the university. My roommate arrived a few hours after I did. He was a complete asshole, spoiled and entitled. He was pissed because he did not get an apartment with a room to himself. He wanted the side of the room that I had picked for myself, and after complaining that he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep on the left side of the room. I told him that I would switch. Then he bitched that the bed on the right side was not as comfortable. I was ready to go screaming from the room.

His mommy fixed everything for him, and after enduring him for almost twenty-four hours, he was gone. I needed the peace and quiet to put up with the stress of having my paperwork misplaced and my initial course schedule dropped. So, on that Monday, feeling tired and angry, I got in one of the two lines to get my ID badge.

Several times on campus, I had the feeling that I was being watched. This time, when I looked up, I noticed a guy looking at me. He smiled. I turned to see at whom he was smiling. He seemed to chuckle at my surprise that he could be looking at me. Most people wouldn’t be surprised, though. I’m just an average looking guy. I’m five-ten, one hundred forty pounds of skinny. I have the world’s worst frizzy curly hair, so I keep it cut really short. My eyes are an ordinary brown, and my eyebrows are just a little too thick. My lips are thin, and my chin is rounded. And to make things worse, I have chest hair. It grew when I was fourteen. In fact, I considered myself ugly in high school until Kamran Evans moved to our town. That poor kid was truly unattractive. I realized that I wasn’t so bad, but I knew I wasn’t in the handsome category.

This guy who was looking at me was definitely in that category. I estimated him to be a little taller than I was but with an athletic build. I’m sure he weighed at least one hundred seventy pounds of pure muscle. He had the face of a masturbation fantasy. A strong chin with a cleft and a straight jawline was topped by light brown straight hair that just fell into place. He had nice sideburns--real sideburns--that by themselves made my dick twitch. Perfectly arched eyebrows over bright green eyes and a straight nose over full lips that were completely kissable completed this awesome visage. He was out of my league by anyone’s definition. I looked down at the ground.

He turned to the person behind him in line. “Hold my place for a minute, please.” Then he walked over to me. “Caleb Cooper.” He put his hand out.

I thought about looking away. What if he was only doing this to mock me? He couldn’t really want to know me, could he? I looked into his eyes; they were so friendly. I took his hand and shook it. “Eric Oliver. People call me Ryan.”

“Nice to meet you, Ryan.”

“Same here.”

“Wait for me at the exit, OK?” His request was polite, but I had the feeling he’d be disappointed if I didn’t, and that made me want to do it even more.

“Of course,” I replied.

He went back to his place in line.

Was it that easy to meet new people? He told me later that the look I had permitted him to come over. I glanced over at him a few times. Was he just looking for a friend? Possibly a wingman? Could he tell that I was attracted to him? My mind was racing, and by the time I arrived at the photo station, we were just buying curtains together, I had the two of us walking down the aisle.

As I positioned myself for my picture, Caleb walked behind the photographer. He looked at me and smiled. I smiled back, and my ID badge had the best looking photo I’d ever taken. A light breeze and a sunny sky met me as I walked outside. I squinted my eyes and saw Caleb waiting under a live oak tree next to the path. I walked over to him and nodded.

“What else do you have planned for today?” he asked.

“There’s some kind of orientation meeting in Bates Hall. I’ll have to see what it’s about,” I replied.

“I think that’s a safe sex meeting. We should go. They hand out free stuff at the end. It’s the one that starts at two, isn’t it?”

I slipped my lanyard over my head. “Let me look.” I opened the zip pouch I’d been placing everything in.

“Holy shit. Is that the picture you just took?” Caleb pulled my badge up. “Very sexy smile.” He looked up into my eyes.

I wanted to drop on my knees and blow him right there. “Yeah. I think it came out natural like that because you smiled at me when the guy was taking the picture.”

“I need a copy of this,” he whispered, “for when I’m feeling lonely at night.”

I felt my heart rate go up.

“Ryan, will you go on a date with me after the meeting?”

“Yeah?” I closed my eyes. That was a stupid response. I answered his question with a question. “Yes, Caleb. I’d love to go out with you.” I looked back at him. He reached down and touched my hand with his fingers.

His voice became a whisper. “I wish I were comfortable enough to hold your hand. I come from a town where people still pick on gay guys.”

“I understand. We can hold hands in the meeting.” I was a little surprised that he was so bold in coming over to introduce himself, yet he was reserved when it came to hand-holding. But I thought that we could go back to my room after the date and do plenty of holding hands.

The meeting was the usual ‘get to know your partner’ and ‘always wear a condom’ and ‘get tested’ type meeting that I expected it to be. There were pamphlets about PrEP for those interested in knowing more, but the meeting was really designed for straight boys and girls who used their freshman year of college to see how many times they could have sex, and while I was interested in what that number might be, I was wondering whether all those times might be with the same guy.

During dinner at Jack-in-the-Box, Caleb told me about his hometown, a small town in the eastern part of the state. The high school seemed to have a larger than average number of bullies, guys with small dicks, and guys who are worried that they are gay, so they all pick on the less masculine males in hopes of enhancing their manliness. Unfortunately, Caleb’s parents were not the supportive kind, so he had not come out to them. He told me about a boy named Cliff whom he’d fallen in love with in junior high and the first year of high school. Cliff had feelings for him as well but had moved away before their sophomore year.

I was amazed at Caleb’s positive attitude. He told me that an Internet pen pal, someone he’d met while on a gay dating site, had helped him maintain his sanity. The guy, named Jay, was in his thirties and living in Tennessee. He’d been through something similar to Caleb’s situation and offered him the support he didn’t get from family.

“Maybe we can drive to Tennessee next summer and visit him,” I suggested. “Or, take the bus. I don’t have a car.”

“Mine belonged to my grandmother. It’s old, but it doesn’t have a lot of miles on it. We’d just have to save up for gas and a motel.”

“Let’s make it a goal. I’ve got a job on campus that starts on Wednesday. I can put a little bit away from each payday.”

“My job starts this Wednesday, too,” said an excited Caleb.

“Where’s yours? I’m in the library,” I said.

“Me, too. That’s crazy. I wonder whether we’ll be working together.”

“I bet I’ll be shelving books.”

“I’ll bet you get hit on all the time,” laughed Caleb.

“Me?” I’m not sure what made me say what I said next. Maybe it was because I was so comfortable with him. “You’re the one who will get hit on. You’re so fucking handsome that just looking at you makes me hard.”

There was silence, at least a minute of silence.

“So,” started Caleb. “I make you hard?” He reached his hand over and touched mine. He lowered his voice even further. “You make me hard, too.”

I made him hard. I never thought I’d hear a guy say that to me. “Do you want to go back to my room? I want to hold your hand and kiss you.”

I saw Caleb smile. “I’d love to.”

We took our last bites and headed back to the dorms. I found out that he lived in the building next to mine. His roommate was quiet, but he didn’t leave the room except for meals. I found that strange, but my roommate was also strange. My room was still empty when we arrived. It appeared as if no one else had been assigned. I wondered whether we could go tomorrow and get Caleb assigned to my room. Would that even be a good idea?

My thoughts were interrupted when Caleb dropped his backpack and pushed me against the door, interlocked his fingers with mine, and kissed me passionately. I had never experienced someone’s tongue touching and exciting my lips; it was exhilarating but gave me butterflies that made me feel a little queasy. My heart raced more rapidly, and with his hand still in mine, I pulled him over to my bed. I had made it that morning and pushed it back, so it functioned as a sofa. We sat next to each other; Caleb kicked off his shoes and pulled his legs onto the mattress which made it easier for him to face me.

I turned my face to his and, leaning forward, I brushed my lips against his. The tip of my tongue barely protruded between my lips. His lips tasted minty; I wondered whether he had slipped a peppermint into his mouth when he moaned and pushed his tongue against mine. I moved my hands to rub against his chest. I felt the buttons of his shirt, and my fingers automatically began to fumble with them. Managing to unbutton the first one, my hand moved down to the next.

Caleb’s left hand slipped under my t-shirt and up to my chest. “Oh, fuck, your chest is hairy. That’s so sexy.”

That little comment made me feel so good inside.

I unbuttoned more of his shirt and rubbed my fingers over his nipples, Caleb’s head moved back. I dropped my hand to his crotch. I felt his hardness, and I pushed against him with more force. He gasped.

His response made me want him more. I moved forward and covered his mouth with mine. He began to kiss me before pulling his head back. His eyes darted back and forth from my right eye to my left. His face developed a look that seemed to be fear. “I’m sorry. I need to go.” He turned from me and began to button his shirt.

As he bent forward to tie his shoes, I sat up. “Are you ok? Talk to me.” I put my hand on his shoulder.

“This scares me,” he whispered hoarsely.

“Can you tell me how or why?”

“I’m not sure.” He took a deep breath. “I’ve been horny before, and I’ve met guys I really wanted to fuck. I’ve even been a little drunk and wanted sex, but this is different. It’s as though the other times, it was my dick that wanted it. Just now, I realized it’s my head and all of me that wants you, kind of like a desire overload.”

“It’s more than just getting your rocks off, isn’t it?” That’s what I was feeling. I didn’t just want his dick inside me. I wanted him inside me, and I wanted to be inside him. Most of all, I didn’t want him to leave. If I couldn’t have us physically joined together, I at least wanted him with me. “Stay with me. We can talk, or we can just lie here next to each other.”

“One of my failings is that I’m a conflict avoider.” Caleb turned and looked at me.

“Call it a non-strength. Sometimes avoiding conflict is appropriate for the situation. Now is not one of those times. Now is the time to snuggle with me and be pensive.”

“Thanks for saying that. I think that it’s one of the things about you that I like.” Caleb kicked off his shoes. “I want to leave my underwear on, at least for now. But let’s get under the covers.”

I stood up and stripped to my underwear before pulling the mattress up and out. I opened the sheets. “Ready?” I looked over at Caleb. He was completely smooth. I saw a light muscle definition. I felt my dick twitch in my underwear.

“Your body is so beautiful,” he said to me.

I thought about how I hated looking at myself, the hairy pecs, the so-called treasure trail. The pubic hair above my cock often showed above the low-rise briefs that I found to be the most comfortable to wear. I always thought I looked as though I needed to shower; the hair made me look dirty. But Caleb liked it. “I love your hairless skin.”

Caleb smiled. “Who gets in first?”

“I will,” I said as I got between the sheets and held them open for him. I felt myself stiffen even more. I wondered whether I should push my dick back, but he would see me if I did, and that would be awkward.

Caleb crawled in next to me. I was on my left side, and he was on his back. “Will you spoon me?” he asked.

I reached over and pulled him to me as he rolled onto his left side. My nose was buried in his hair. We had been out and about all day, yet I smelled a bit of coconut mixed with the hint of cologne that he wore. My penis strained against the fabric of my briefs.

“I feel that,” he whispered. “It tells me that you’re attracted to me. Thank you for that.”

“I am attracted to you, but telling you that way is a bit out of my control.”

He rolled over and faced me. His hand played with my nipple, and his hardness pressed against mine. “I think you can tell that I’m attracted to you as well. Thanks for being patient with me.” He rolled over again and pressed into me. I held him there. His breathing slowed. “I’m falling for you, Ryan Oliver.”

“Ditto,” I whispered.

“Ditto? That’s so romantic.”

“That’s me.” I kissed the back of his head and moved my hand down to his belly. His breathing became slower and regular as he fell asleep. I moved my hand a little farther down. He had become soft. I closed my eyes and imagined the two of us walking near a lake. Would the feeling I had continue to grow? ‘And,’ I said aloud in my head, ‘will you still love me, tomorrow?’

I awoke a few hours later with my lips pressed to the temple of the most attractive man I’d ever met. I stretched, and he stirred. He rolled on his side facing away from me as he began to wake up. I pushed my fingers under his arm and around his chest. I pulled him close and moved my head forward to kiss his shoulder. He rubbed his ass against me.

“Tell me what you want,” I said. “Tell me what you need.”

Caleb moved on his back again and pulled me onto him. I looked into his eyes. His pupils were so large that only a sliver of green was visible in each. We interlaced the fingers of each hand, and Caleb pulled them up over his head. The entire weight of my torso was on him. I felt the hardness of his shaft push against mine. Our lips brushed together, and I released his left hand and moved my right hand under his neck. I kissed him with more force. I felt his tongue traverse my lower lip. My dick got even harder. I opened my mouth, allowing our tongues to dance together. I pulled his tongue into my mouth and moved the tip of my tongue across it before releasing it. I licked the edge of his jawline and sucked on his ear lobe. Caleb moaned; his body tried to squirm.

I moved my body down so I was aligned with his nipples. I kissed them and licked the edges before moving on to his navel. As I circled the rim of his navel, I felt his cock jerk up. Part of me wanted to grab his dick and shove it in my mouth and suck it for all I was worth, but another part of me wanted to tease him, and that’s the part that won. At least for now. I made another journey around his navel with my tongue before lifting up and kissing him again. His moans gave me the confidence to continue.

With my head back down near his groin, I chewed softly on his dick through the fabric of his underwear. Caleb tried to pull his underwear down, but I moved his hands away. He sat up and grabbed the paper bag we’d carried with us since the safe sex meeting. He pulled several condoms from the bag and a foil pack of lube.

“Are you anxious, baby?” I asked. I pulled his underwear down, freeing a wonderfully stiff, straight boner that was almost seven inches in length, and at least an inch and a half at its widest. “What a beautiful penis,” I said as I wrapped my lips around it and pulled it completely in my mouth. The practice sessions with my dildo had paid off.

Caleb began making little squealing moans as I moved my lips up and down his shaft. My tongue rubbed across the bottom of his rock-hard rod. The squeals were more frequent with gasps of air between them when I felt Caleb perform an abdominal crunch and squirt a load of cum into my mouth. His cock jerked a few times in my mouth as he expelled more cum. I maintained a tight grip around his dick as I slid off. The ejaculate was slightly saltier than I had expected, but I savored it. It was a part of Caleb that I would be keeping with me; I allowed it to run down my throat until all that remained was some moisture on my lips.

I looked at Caleb, and he pulled me to him. We began to kiss again. As our tongues began to explore our mouths once more, Caleb moved his legs up on each side of me. With his feet pointed down, he caught the elastic band of my underwear with his toes and pushed them down to my ankles.

“That’s a real skill,” I chuckled.

“I’d never done it before, but feeling your dick against me kind of inspired me.” He moved his knees apart and made little thrusting motions with his hips. My dick began to drip precum, and I wanted to be inside him. “Put your fingers inside me, Ryan. Here, use this.” He held up a packet of lube. I got on my knees, and Caleb held his legs apart. I put on a condom and squirted lube on his pucker. “Fuck. It’s cold,” he laughed.

I rubbed the lube into his hole and began to fuck him with two fingers. His hole slowly relaxed. I rubbed his sphincter muscle with my thumb as I moved my fingers in and out.

Caleb began to moan again, and under his breath, I could hear him say “yeah.” He sucked his lower lip into his mouth and inhaled a raggedy breath. He reached for my cock and pulled it closer to him. I adjusted and pressed my dick against his hole. As it popped inside, he gasped.

“Oh, fuck, Ryan, you’re huge.”

I knew that was just the initial sensation. I was slightly shorter than he was in both height and dick length. We were about the same girth. I held still for about thirty seconds before pushing deeper into him. I loved the sensation of Caleb’s body around my shaft. It was warm and soft, and as I began to push and pull into and out of him sent waves of pleasure through me. I called them the sensations of love, and they grew stronger as we fucked. I leaned forward and covered his mouth with mine. Caleb pulled his legs up and wrapped them around my waist. He grabbed my head and licked my chin. I began to hump him faster.

I saw Caleb’s eyes roll back in his head. He began a stream of obscenities that were synchronized with my dick reaching the limit of penetration. “Oh, shit.” “Damn.” “Fuck.” “Yes.” The words drove me to increase the frequency of the intercourse, and as I neared the maximum speed, the urge to release overtook me. I slammed into him four times releasing a stream of cum each time. As I took a breath after my last load, Caleb grabbed my head and kissed me.

My desire at that moment was to be filled by Caleb; I wanted to straddle him and slide his cock into me, but I needed to recover my strength. I stretched out next to Caleb. He smiled as I kissed his ear. I’d known him for fewer than twenty-four hours, yet I’d known him for a lifetime. Maybe it was because my life hadn’t started until that afternoon.

“I’m going to share a concern with you.” Caleb’s tone was serious.

“What’s that?”

“When will we have time to go to class and study if we’re always in here cuddling and kissing and fucking?”

“You forgot sucking and rimming.”

“You’re right, I did.”

“I suppose we’ll need to set a timer.”

“To limit our love-making or to limit our studying?” he laughed.

“We’ll decide later, after you take advantage of me,” I said.

“The way you took advantage of me?” He began to tickle me.

“Exactly,” I laughed.