I
College!!! Finally out of my parents grasp, away from the loser rednecks of my town. A clean state where no one knows me and I don't know anyone either. It was a bit overwhelming, to be sure, but I was mostly excited about being in the big city.
My name is James and I am 18, opting for a degree in political science. I grew up in a pretty rural area and was bullied a little for not really fitting into the mold of what a guy is supposed to be down there. Nothing too serious, but it did lead me to being pretty reserved, shy and submissive.
My flatmate Carl was the polar opposite, but fortunately was a nice enough dude. Whereas I was short and thin, he was tall, buff, and confident. Another difference was that while I struggled with getting girls to even notice me, he struggled with batting them off! He had brought one home during our first week we lived together and, from what I could hear through the walls, he knew what he was doing. His phone buzzed non stop with chicks reaching out to him.
We didn't really talk about it all that much, considering I was a virgin, but he did mention jokingly that he needed a challenge and getting college girls was too easy. He had a side gig as a personal trainer and I'm guessing he met a lot of girls that way. Lucky bastard.
The first couple of weeks went by pretty quickly. Carl was in his third year so of course knew people already. I settled in with a small group of nerdy/punk kids and it was nice building up that camaraderie. I had a few of my buds over on Thursday after classes and we were just relaxing over a few joints and watching music videos. We were having a great time and didn't hear Carl enter, drenched in sweat after his latest workout.
"Whoa, smells like Cheech and Chong moved in here" he chuckled as he walked in. Per usual, I passed the joint up to him and let him have a pull. He exhaled, laughing as he said "you guys and your reggie ass weed." His eyes scanned my friend group and he stopped on Brice, the moody goth one in our group who I honestly got along with best.
"Carl!" Brice said excitedly as he jumped out of his seat. He hopped up and gave him a big hug, which I found odd for multiple reasons, not least Carl being so sweaty. Brice looked up at him with doe eyes and bit his bottom lip. They were partially obscured by the couch but I could swear Carl lifted him up a little...or maybe Brice was on his tippy toes. Either way, Brice had a look on his face not unlike the look Carl gets from girls. They chatted as Carl walked back to his room and then I heard the door shut behind them.
I sat there wide eyed, glancing at the rest of my group who were all stifling laughter. It was clear that the laughter was at my country bumpkin shock. Before I could open my mouth they were in tears laughing, smoking billowing everywhere.
"You really didn't know?" My friend Greg asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Know what?! What do you mean?"
Laughter again.
"Brice is bi. He's probably got a mouth full of your roomies dick right now, man."
At this point they all lost it.
Now look, I was pretty progressive on these things despite my upbringing, but this being so open about it rocked me to my core. It was like looking behind the curtain at a whole other universe. I didn't know how to react.
"Whoa, I had no idea" I settled on. "Carl is always knee deep in girls."
"He's an equal opportunity type of guy" my friend Trevor added before they all laughed at me again. Stoned out of my mind, I joined the laughing too. I really had no problem with it, but it fascinated me too. Everyone was so cavalier about it.
"Yeah, they roomed together last year in the dorms and got close" Trevor said looking me in the eye and laughing some more.
Whoooa...what did that mean. I had to know more but given that they were both in the other room and I was stoned and embarrassed as all hell. I kept my mouth shut. We continued to smoke and watch TV. The internet dropped momentarily causing the video to buffer....I could hear Carl's bed rocking lightly and Brice moaning in a feminine way. The TV kicked back and I kept my eyes and ears lazer focused on it.
II
The get together broke up shortly after with my friends, minus Brice, heading back to their dorms and apartments. I turned off the TV and walked as quietly as I could to my room, silently closing the door. I laid there in my stoned stupor for a while until I heard movement in Carl's room and giggling. Curiosity got the better of me and I crawled over to my shared wall with Carl and pressed my ear to the wall. Still as a statue, I picked up bits and pieces of their conversation.
"Damn, you really needed that, huh Brianna?"
"My name is Brice, dickwad" Brice giggled back. "But yes, I did. The hook ups I had back home just weren't the same."
"Mmmhmmm, I bet. I missed this ass too. So smooth and looks like you've been keeping up with those squats."
Unbeknownst to me, Carl slipped some fingers into Brice's hole and started playing around with his prostate.
"Now, tell me again, what's your name?"
I could hear Brice moaning and shuffling around.
"Unghh, oh fuck, Brianna" Brice said in a sweet girly voice.
"And mine?"
