Two Freshman

It’s week three at the state university, and things are not as I expected.  I came to this school because my counselor helped me get scholarships and grants.  I lived in a hell-hole, and he knew it.  I think he worked extra hard to get me here with a minimum of loans, just a thousand each semester because he wanted a better life for me.  I’m not going to disappoint him.

I knew there were a lot of people attending this school, so I hoped that I’d meet the guy for me right off the bat and be cuddled up in his arms as we studied. That didn’t happen. I saw some cute guys, but nobody made my heart go ‘pitter-patter.’

On top of that, my roommate, who called himself Hawk, made it clear he didn’t want a gay roommate because, in his words, he ‘didn’t want some guy flitting about the room keeping it neat and clean.’ Without saying I wasn’t, I let him know that there wouldn’t be a problem with that. Three days in, he brought some drunk girl back to the room; he was drunk as well. She kept begging him to put his dick inside her. I could tell that he did. Later, she woke me up to ask me if I wanted to have a turn. When I said no, she left the room. I assumed to find another guy with a hardon.

One thing in the guy's favor is that he let me know about all the social events going on even those he wasn’t interested in. One such event was the Sigma Omicron Sigma party. Guys who wanted to join could sign up at the party and then get interviewed later. It was typical Greek stuff, except that most of the guys were getting engineering degrees. I thought I’d check it out even though I was doing software engineering.

The Σ Ο Σ house was on the west side of campus. I wore beige chinos and a light blue and purple plaid shirt. I planned to be there about fifteen minutes after things started and stay absolutely no longer than an hour. The place was packed when I got there, and there was more drinking going on than I had expected, especially since my age group couldn’t purchase it, and the university had strict rules against it.

I walked through the rooms trying to see if anyone might be interested in me or I in him. Perhaps that was wrong; maybe I should be here just to look for a boyfriend, but was it realistic to look for friends at a party? My travels through the house brought me upstairs where people were huddled in small groups drinking and chatting. I noticed that the groups would get quiet or stop talking as I neared them. Neither nodding nor saying hello seemed to get me a reply.

A slightly ajar door midway down a hall led me into a bathroom. I took advantage of the find to empty my bladder. As I re-entered the hall, I heard someone say, “That’s right bitch. Ride my cock.”

Another male voice added, “Oh, fuck, that’s hot. Move your scrawny ass faster.”

I admit that I was intrigued. I tiptoed closer to the sound. The door at the end was slightly ajar. I could tell that someone was lying flat on his back on a table and a slender guy with a man bun was sitting on him. I could hear at least two other people in the room. The guy on the table seemed to be having a good time, but the man riding him was grunting in a way that told me he was not enjoying the session.

“OK. OK. Get the fuck off me now. I’m gonna blow; I’m gonna fuckin’ blow my load.”

The thin man with the bun moved forward and almost seemed to tumble off the table.

“Let me get that fucking condom off. Oh, yeah.”

“Shit, man,” said another voice. “That’s a lot of cum.”

“So, when do I get to move in?” asked a quiet voice.

“What the fuck you talking about, slut? You ain’t getting in here. Get the fuck out.”

I heard laughing as the man who had just played the role of the bottom moved toward the door. Our eyes locked as he came closer. I turned and moved away. I got to the end of the hall and turned. I saw him going into the bathroom with a bundle of clothing in his hand.

Hurrying down the stairs, I grabbed a can of Coke from a bucket filled with eyes and cans of soft drinks.

“Here, take a Sprite, too,” said some guy with a scraggly beard. “They aren’t moving.” He tossed one to me. I didn’t get a grip on it, and it tumbled back into the bucket. “Here.” He handed it to me this time. I took it and turned to go.

“Wait,” said the quiet voice from upstairs. He was standing right next to me.

I handed him the Sprite. We walked out together and remained side by side to the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street.

“Thanks,” he said.

I bit my lower lip and nodded.

“I saw you the other day in the dining hall. I… I… You saw what I did, didn’t you?”

“I’m not going to tell anyone.”

“I shouldn’t have done it. They told me I’d be accepted into the fraternity if I did a favor for Tom Wilkins.”

“They lied to you, didn’t they?”

“I feel stupid.”

“What’s your name?”

“Vincent Warner.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” I said. “I’m Mark Bailey.”

“Are you going back to the dorms? Can I walk with you?”

“Of course.” We started down the sidewalk. He said he had seen me in the dining hall, so we probably lived in the same dorm. I hadn’t noticed him, and I would have certainly noticed a guy with a man-bun. “So we’re in the same dorm?”

“I live in Bradley,” said Vincent.

“So do I, but I don’t remember seeing you in the dining hall.”

“I don’t usually wear my hair like this. Sometimes I put it in a ponytail, but usually, I just dry it and part it on the side. My father always said I reminded him of Lauren Bacall in ‘To Have and Have Not.’ Then he’d call me a fucking pussy or a faggot. He was never very nice to me.”

“I’m sorry. My parents were good to me either, so I understand how that hurts.”

“I had a feeling you’d understand. I saw it in your eyes when you looked at me through that open door.”

I put my hand on his arm. Maybe I’d made a friend while looking for a lover.”

I invited Vincent to come to my room and share some popcorn and watch a movie. He stopped by his room on the way to mine to bring some drinks. I got my computer to watch something on Netflix. I started the popcorn; it was still popping when Vincent arrived.

He had let down his hair and combed it in the way he had described earlier. I noticed for the first time that his hair was a light brown with natural blond highlights. His face had delicate features framed by the way he wore his hair. I also noted right away how quiet he was.

“Do you want to pick something?” I asked as I poured the popcorn into a large bowl.

“Whatever you want is OK with me.” His voice was soft, even, just audible.

“What kind of things do you like to watch?”

He seemed unable to answer the question.

“Do you like westerns, science fiction, horror movies?”

“I don’t know. I always watch what everyone else wants.”

“Hmm. Well,” I tried to find a solution without doing the actual picking. “How about we look at my queue. Those are all things I want to watch; you can pick one of those.” I pulled the list up.

Vincent scanned the list. “Oh. I’ve heard of ‘The Twilight Zone,’ but I’ve never seen it.”

“Then you’re in for a treat. Let’s see which one is set to play next. I was on season two. Oh. You’re going to love this one. It’s got Agnes Moorehead in it.” We sat side-by-side on the bed, each of us holding the laptop.

“Thanks, Mark.”

I looked over at him. I saw a hint of a smile. “You’re welcome.”

The program ended, and Vincent continued to stare at the screen. “I felt so sorry for her, but she ended up being the monster. Except that she wasn’t.” I heard him sigh. “Are they all like that?”

“There’s often a twist or something else to make you think about what you’ve seen.” He moved slightly, and his leg pressed into mine.

I hadn’t noticed the soft grey of his eyes until that moment. I felt a twitch between my legs. He turned away, and when he turned back to look at me, his hair fell into his eyes. I pushed it out of the way. It was a natural thing to do. Our eyes were locked together, and I knew I was going to move my head forward and kiss him.

The sound of a key going into the lock of the door caused both of us to pull away. Hawk barreled into the room with some girl with impeccable posture. She stood all of five feet and moved as though she had a broomstick up her ass.

“Oh, fuck, Mark. I thought you were going to that party.”

“I did,” I nodded. “Met a friend, so we came back here to watch a movie.”

Hawk ignored Vincent and instead looked at me with his eyes as wide open as he could manage. “I thought I would have this room to myself.”

Vincent touched my arm. “Hey, bro.” His voice was a little deeper. “Let’s go to my room. We can play some video games.” He got up and walked to the door.

I closed my laptop and followed him out into the hall. “So, who was that? The guy who invited me to his room.”

He smiled. “That was Marcello, from a play I did in high school.”

“And is Marcello gay?”

“No, he’s not. He’s curious and a lot more confident than Vincent.” He looked down the hall and then at the ground. “Vincent is gay.”

“So is Mark.”

“And if Vincent asked him to go out, what would Mark say?”

I bit my lower lip. “Mark would say that he finds Vincent very attractive, and he would love to go out with him. When do you think Vincent will ask him?”

“I think he needs to build up his courage a little. Maybe tomorrow.”

Each of my hands held him above the elbows and pushed him against the wall. I pushed my face against his cheek. His hair tickled my nose. My lips grazed his ear. “Ask me now.” I pulled slightly back, keeping my lips against his skin until my lips were on his. I pulled his lower lip into my mouth and pressed my teeth together against it. The hardness in my crotch told me that I wanted him.

My brain tried to distract me with the image of Vincent riding that guy’s dick, but I knew that he’d been tricked into thinking that he would get what he thought he wanted. What did he want? I hoped it was me, and as much as I wanted him at this moment.

Vincent’s hand reached down and pressed against my hard cock. I released his lip and moaned softly. “Will your dick still want me tomorrow?”

I let go of his arms.

“I made a big mistake tonight; I don’t want to make another one.” His head tilted forward, and our foreheads met. “I don’t think you are a mistake, and I want you so much right now that it scares me. We’ve just met one another.”

I took a deep breath. “Let’s go to your room. We can talk. We can hold one another. Let’s promise to keep our pants on. If my dick still wants you tomorrow, and I think it will, and your dick still wants me, and I hope it will, we can talk about it and deal with it.”

“It’ll be tomorrow in just over two hours,” Vincent smiled.

I grabbed his hand. “I hadn’t considered that.”