Chris was a bundle of nervous energy as he hauled the last of his boxes into his dorm room. It was his first day of college, and while the idea of independence thrilled him, the reality of setting up his new space felt daunting. At 18, he was wiry and lean, with sharp features and an effortless charm that always made people do a double-take. The semester had just begun, and the dormitory assignment office was in full swing. Students rushed in and out, checking their room assignments and scrambling to get settled before classes started. Amid the usual chaos, a clerical error had occurred—one that would make quite the impression on the new freshman. When Chris arrived at the dorm, he noticed his room assignment seemed off. Unsure, he approached the front desk with his paperwork. The housing coordinator glanced at the computer screen and frowned. “Hmm, this isn’t right,” the coordinator muttered, scrolling through the list of assignments. “This room is usually reserved for upperclassm
A couple of days later, Chris found himself staring at a set of shelves he’d bought for his room. They were sleek and perfect for his books, but there was one problem: he had no idea how to mount them on the wall. And, much to his growing frustration, a drill was involved. With a resigned sigh, Chris gave in to the inevitable and knocked on Jason’s door. Moments later, Jason appeared, wearing a singlet and a little sweaty, clearly having just come from a workout. Chris swallowed, trying to keep his cool. "Hey," Chris started awkwardly, “I, uh, bought these shelves and there is a drill and... well, I have no clue what I’m doing. Could you help me out?” Jason leaned against the doorframe, smirking. "Shelves, huh? You keep needing my help, man. What would you do without me?" Chris rubbed the back of his neck, grinning sheepishly. “Yeah, well… guess I’m a little hopeless with this stuff.” Jason raised an eyebrow, and with a playful gleam in his eye, he quipped, “How about I drill you
I was rock-hard, lying in bed thinking about Jason, as usual. I slid my hand down my waistband, gently fondling my balls, then worked my way up to my hard cock. Then I suddenly heard a knock, and the door flew open. It was Jason! "I need you now!" he said, pulling me up from the bed. He kissed me passionately, and I kissed him back as he pressed me against the wall. "How could this be? Jason was totally straight, wasn’t he?" But all thoughts cleared when he ran his hand down my smooth stomach and waist, dipping into my boxers just as I had done only a minute earlier. His strong hand quickly found my throbbing dick. He grinned at me. "Chris, I’ve wanted to be with you since the first day I saw you." A few tugs from him sent jolts of pleasure up my spine. He continued, "I think I love you too. We should be together, please!" "Be together? Isn’t that a bit premature?" I thought to myself, but all thoughts dissipated when he pulled down my boxers and licked my purple, throbbing h
That weekend, Chris found himself at his first college party, a typical off-campus house packed with students. Music blared, bodies filled every corner, and the energy buzzed with excitement. Chris had never experienced anything like it before, but he was determined to have a good time—after all, Jason had invited him, even if he did feel a bit out of place. As he navigated through the crowd, looking for familiar faces, he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Jason, who grinned widely when their eyes met. “There’s my Twinkie!” Jason shouted over the music, his voice laced with that same playful energy he always had around Chris. Chris felt a flush creep up his neck, a mix of embarrassment and something else he didn’t want to name. “Hey, Jason,” he replied, trying to sound casual, but inside, he was a bundle of nerves. Jason slung an arm around Chris’s shoulders, pulling him closer as they made their way to the center of the party. “Glad you made it! So, met any h
Jason stood there, leaning against the doorframe, looking a little less drunk but still rumpled from the night. His hair was messy, and he was wearing a loose hoodie and gym shorts, his eyes a little hazy but focused directly on Chris. “Jason?” Chris asked, surprised. “What are you doing here? You should be sleeping off all those drinks.” Jason shrugged, looking slightly sheepish but still with that familiar smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Yeah, probably should be. But I couldn’t sleep.” Chris blinked, still confused. “So… you came here?” Jason nodded slowly, his gaze dropping for a second before meeting Chris’s eyes again. “I just... I don’t know. I didn’t want to be alone tonight.” Chris’s heart skipped a beat. The way Jason said it—softly, almost vulnerable—wasn’t like his usual teasing self. There was something raw in his voice that made Chris’s chest tighten. “You’re not alone, Jason,” Chris said quietly, stepping aside to let him in. Jason entered the room, his p
The week crawled by, and by the time Friday rolled around, Chris was feeling down. Ever since that night, Jason had been avoiding him. No more spontaneous visits, no quick smiles in the hallway, not even the occasional brush-by in the dorms. Chris replayed the moment in his mind a hundred times, wondering if he’d said something wrong or if Jason regretted what had happened. Sitting on his bed, Chris stared at his phone, fighting the urge to text Jason first. Just as he was about to toss the phone aside in frustration, it buzzed with an incoming message. His heart skipped a beat, hoping it was Jason. But when he saw Skyler’s name flash on the screen, he was surprised. **Skyler**: *“Hey Chris, sup?! Party tonight at my place. You should come! 🍻 Jason’ll be here too. 8 PM. Bring something to drink! 🍺”* Chris blinked at the message, rereading it to make sure he wasn’t imagining things. Skyler? Jason’s best friend? Why would he invite Chris to his party, especially after the awkwardne
College is a strange place. Suddenly high school feels like a distant memory, and things that seemed normal back then are completely flipped upside down. You're on your own for the first time in your life. You're befriending people who you wouldn't normally even speak to, and you're stuffed into a small room with a total stranger and expected to simply get on with it. I can't say it was the easiest of transitions for me. I was a timid eighteen-year-old with the social skills of a lampshade, and I'd spent the majority of my life harbouring the dirty little secret of my sexuality. There had never in my life been a time where I felt comfortable enough to share the fact that I was gay. My parents were extremely religious, I'd grown up surrounded by the cruel, nasty jokes from boys in school, and my hometown was stuck somewhere between the 1800s and 1900s. It was something that I had buried long ago, and it was going to take a very large shovel to dig it up. Then I met my roommate Troy,
I’ve never been real dedicated about going to the gym. I was always naturally in good shape, but never ripped. When I was in college, there was a small gym on campus that was open 24 hours. My roommate was in good shape and had been encouraging me to go, but he would go while I was in classes. I would usually be so busy I wouldn’t get there until really late, or else I’d have to go first thing in the morning. One morning the garbage truck had woken me up at like 4am. Unable to fall back asleep I decided to go down to the gym. When I got there, I wasn’t surprised I had the place to myself. I after a brief workout I went for a long run on the treadmill. Since I had the place to myself, I figured I’d go take a nice long shower and maybe sit in the sauna. The men’s locker room had a large, open shower that you’d pass through to get to the pool area. I got undressed and began rinsing off. I was taking my time, enjoying the hot water, when the door from the pool opened and an attractive m