I was so glad my parents didn't stay too long in the dorm. It was freshman year and I didn't want my mom balling in front of the other guys on my floor unpacking. I shouldn't have worried, half the moms in the hall were crying like their sons were going off to Siberia. I didn't know anyone yet. But I couldn't wait for my roommate hoping he was a cool guy. Mom hugged me for... way too long. Dad slipped me 50 dollars. "Call every Sunday, you understand Trey?" Then he said with a smiled whisper, "If you don't your mom will drive me nuts."
They left. I was Frigging FREE! On my own. I turned on my CD
I started unpacking hoping my roommate liked music. I loved Elton John. Among the others in my CD collection including The Eagles, Gordon Lightfoot, Blonde, Don McLean to just name a few. And while these were older songs, it made sense as I was majoring in music
Suddenly it occurred to me looking around the dorm room there was only one bed, a double bed at that. I knew I wasn't in a single room because that cost extra. Hey, I said to myself, maybe I lucked out. I celebrated the possibility by putting on some music and singing along.
"If you could read my mind what a tale my thoughts would tell" as I turned around there he was standing in the doorway. With the light behind him he looked a ghost or an angel.
"Is this room 211?" He asked shyly.
"Yes, it is. I'm Trey McMillian, your roommate."
"I'm Declan O'Tool."
The lad standing before me was skinny, with tortoise shell glasses, his eyes honest blue. His blonde hair dipped below one eye. He brushed it away. I put out my hand and he weakly shook it. His skin was whiter than a cloud. He put his big suitcase down and immediately asked. "Why is there only one bed and one dresser?"
"I can't answer that. But at least it's a double bed." I laughed. However, he did not laugh. "Do you have a problem sharing a bed?"
"I'll sleep on the floor."
"Suit yourself. The good thing is the dresser has four drawers. We each get two. And we have a big closet." I smiled. "Did your mom and dad bring you?"
Opening his suitcase he answered. "I don't have a mother and a father." There was no emotion in his voice. Not a quiver. I watched him open his suitcase. He removed 3 white button-down shirts, 3 blue button-down shirts then pulled out 3 white short-sleeve shirts and 3 blue short-sleeve shirts. Next two navy blue pairs of pants. He hung them all up neatly in the closet.
Then lifted out six pairs of Tommy Hilfiger white briefs and six pairs of blue briefs all folded neatly and then he stopped ...
"Which drawers are mine?
"Doesn't matter to me! Take what you want."
He removed 7 pairs of blue socks, a dopp kit, and a blue robe
I started thinking that this guy ... isn't going like music. If in fact he even knows any rock group's name.
The door opened and a Room Advisor walked in. "I apologize boys. We ran out of beds and dressers. They have been ordered. Be here in a couple weeks. Are there any questions?"
"Where is the bathroom?"
"Down the hall." The RA left.
"We don't have a private bathroom?"
"Don't worry. We'll get by Deck." I placed a hand on his shoulder, and you would have thought my hand burned him. He jumped back and stared at me like he was Dorothy and I was the Wicked Witch of the West.
"My name is Declan, please don't abbreviate it."
Yep, I said to myself, he definitely hates music and I'm certainly not going to tell him I'm gay.
In silence I put my clothes away not even remembering which drawers were mine and frankly I didn't give a damn. I'd just request a room transfer next semester. Unless he turned into a bigger jackass this semester then I'd made a formal complaint.
A few days after classes started, we came to the dorm at the same time. I got on my lap top and he was on his, both of us doing homework. Out of curiosity, I asked. "What are you majoring in."
"Engineering with a minor in Astronomy." A few minutes past and he asked, "What are you majoring in Trey?
"Music."
"What instruments do you play?"
"Piano, Cello, Organ, guitar, violin and the bongo."
"You sound like a prodigy."
I just smiled.
A week later something happened that was both foolish and eye opening. I got up early and took a shower. Back in the room I grabbed some undies and pulled them up. Declan rubbed his eyes and stood up tossing the sheet he was using as a bed on the double bed. He grabbed his robe and dopp kit. "Hey, those are my underwear."
"I looked down. I am so sorry I just ... I started to pull them down ..."
"No, don't do that, wear 'em. I don't mind. We're about the same size. Besides if you don't have a pair of my underwear you don't know how soft and comfortable Tommy Hilfiger's underwear is. Have a great day." He went off to shower. I went to class."
And that night is a night I will never forget. He fell asleep early. I crawled into bed sleepily but fucking horny. One of my professors had gotten so close to me while he was explaining how to hold the Bagpipes. We were cheek to cheek and he was so handsome. He touched my hands as he explained. I didn't mean to ... but I got a raging hard-on. Now, lying in bed thinking about that moment I started rubbing my cock then pulled my underwear down and seriously began yanking.
Not three minutes later, Declan popped up from his floor bed. "You okay Trey?"
Panting, I said "Yes."
"You're breathing rather heavy."
"Okay dude, Look I'm jacking off."
"Aww. I see, you're masturbating. I've never done that. There was a priest in my room every night and they frowned upon that sort of thing. I've never heard of ... what did you call it ... jacking off. It sounds nicer masturbation."
And you guessed it. My hard-on vanished like a Magician's trick.
In the morning after showers on a Saturday, I saw that he was wearing a pair of my underwear.
I commented that they looked good on him.
"They feel good too. But I don't understand what Fruit from a Loom has to do with underwear."
"I agree Declan." I said laughing. You really have a nice body.
"You know, after thinking about it, Trey, I kind of like the nickname, Dick." We both broke out laughing.
"I meant Deck. You can call me DECK! If you want to. I like it."
Hours later after homework. I grabbed a pizza, a bottle of wine and a joint.
"I've never had wine before." Declan declared. "Or pot."
I got some plastic cups from the cafeteria. We toasted, drank wine enjoyed pizza and each other's company. He wasn't sure he should smoke the joint, but in the end, he said, "What the hell!
And that's when he finally opened up to me and brought me into his world.
"My mom and dad died in a car accident when I was 2 years old. I never knew them. Dad was a top surgeon; my mom was an Astronomer. They had money. They trusted no one but the church to raise me. They had no siblings. No family. The bank held their money in a trust that came to me on my 18th birthday."
My eyes were filled with tears for him.
"And that's why the priest watched over you every night." I whispered.
And then he kissed me, deeply, lovingly. Like I had never been kissed before. I picked him up and placed him on our bed, I took off his clothes and my own. I returned his kiss passionately with a feeling I had never known before in my heart or in my soul. This was the real feeling of love. This was my man. I felt his lips on my neck. I went from licking his nipples down his body. Kissing every inch of his hot body. I engulfed his soft cock in my mouth it harden in seconds. So warm. He surprised me when he began playing with my butthole. With urgency he fingered my hole. He licked it lovingly and deeply. He whispered, "I want to be one with you." I felt his cockhead at my quivering hole slowly feeling him entering me. I lie there with him inside me, one beautiful moment in time. I would love him forever.
In the morning the RA came in and told us two single beds had arrived. Declan stood up naked. "Yea, we don't need them. We'll keep the double bed."
