Author's Note: In all my stories, the sex is bareback, generally because I think it is more exciting for me, the writer, and you, the reader. However, in your personal life, unless the other person is one who has been tested very recently and who you trust not to lie about their testing, play it safe and use a condom. Unprotected sex could risk your life and health. Be safe!!!
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I pulled into the semi-circle in front of the dorms that I'd be living in for the next year. I'd spent my first year in junior college, living at home, and I'd be starting my first year at the university as a sophomore. I was a little nervous -- but then who isn't when starting at a new school?
The dorms here are sort of old, but seemed nice enough when I checked them out earlier. There were four different three story dorms, each with two wings. Each wing had a long hallway with 20 rooms, 10 on each side of the hallway and also a social gathering room with a small kitchen and refrigerator. Most of them were doubles, but there were a few singles as well. My dorm wing was called Aldeburgh after some English town.
I gathered up a few things from my car and went into the main lobby. I found out that Aldeburgh was on the second floor of the first dorm on the left as you entered. My room was 226 and I found it easily. The door was ajar, so I knocked and went in. There was a guy in there about my age and he looked up.
"Hey, it looks like my roommate has arrived," he exclaimed. He bounced over to me (it turns out he seemed to bounce everywhere) and grabbed my hand. "I'm Bobby, you must be Miles!"
I laughed, "You got that right!," dumping my stuff on what was obviously my bed since the other one had plenty of things over all over it and holding out my hand. "Glad to meet you Bobby! Have you been here long?"
"Nah, I just got here a few hours ago myself -- been trying to figure out where to put all my things. I'm afraid I'm just not very good with organization -- but I'll make it all fit somewhere," he frowned.
"You want me to help you carry your stuff up?"
"That would be great, Bobby. I drove up here by myself. Unfortunately my parents couldn't come up to help."
"Sure, no problem!"
We went down to my car and managed to get everything into our room in less than an hour. Then I pulled my car around to the back where the dorm parking was.
After we got back to my room, I sat down on my bed and caught my breath. I looked Bobby over while I was resting. He was a good looking guy with an athletic build. I'm 5'11" and he looked a little shorter than me, so 5'9" or 5'10". He had light brown hair almost the same color as mine, but mine was a little blonder. He caught me looking at him.
"What?" he questioned.
"Oh, just thinking. Uh, there's something we need to talk about before I get too settled."
He sat down on his bed opposite me. "Ok, out with it -- what's the problem? I don't think you're a serial killer," he remarked with a grin.
"No problem from my end, Bobby. You seem like a great guy and I think we could be good friends -- at least I hope so."
"And?"
"If you want another roommate, I'll understand."
"And why would I want another roommate?"
"Well, you see, this should be easier for me, but you see .... I'm gay." I looked down, not wanting to see his expression.
"Oh, is that all? Don't worry about it, Miles. I don't mind -- but just don't perv on me, OK?"
I looked up -- Bobby was smiling at me. "You sure? I don't want to make you uncomfortable. I'm out to my parents but no one else. But here at the university, now that I'm away from home, I've decided to come out to everyone."
"Not only am I sure -- but if anyone on this hall or anywhere else for that matter -- gives you grief about it, let me know.
About four weeks later, Bobby and I were studying in our room when I heard Ravel's Bolero coming out from some guy's room.
"Hey Bobby, why does that guy keep playing that piece? I think that's the 2nd time this week and he's played it at least once a week since I got here.
Bobby laughed. "You know that guy about 3 doors down on the other side of the hall? I think his name is Connor."
I sure had seen him -- how could I not notice him -- he was gorgeous.
"Yeah sure. I've even chatted with him a couple times -- he's really friendly."
"Well I'm not sure it's true, but the story goes, that whenever's he's playing that music, he's fucking someone! From what I understand it's mostly guys like you," Bobby smiled. "But then I've heard sometimes a girl will come out afterwards too. I guess he's an equal opportunity fucker," he said laughing.
"I've got to check this out."
I got up and went out into the hall and into the common room, occasionally looking down the hall. After a few minutes, I saw a cute, slim guy open Connor's door and walk out. I quickly ducked back into the room but watched him as he walked by it. He looked like he'd been perspiring and he had a satisfied, almost relieved look on his face.
That night and all the next day, all I could think of was what Bobby had told me about Connor. You see, while I know I'm gay, I really haven't done anything sexually yet. God knows I've wanted to, but the opportunity has never really turned up, and even if one had, I hadn't wanted word to get around that I was gay - in either my high school or junior college. Here at a big college, I didn't think it would be that much of a deal since I was pretty sure that there were plenty of GLBT students here.
So maybe it was time to lose my virginity -- and the answer was just a few doors down the hall from me. I think if I still feel the same way tomorrow, I'll see if Connor would be willing to help me out.
As it turned out, a couple days later, when I went into the Student Commons for lunch rather late, I saw Connor sitting at a table over in a corner by himself. I took my tray over and stood by the table.
"Hi Connor, we haven't had much time to get to know each other, mind if I join you?"
He looked up. "You're Miles aren't you? Sure, have a seat."
"So how's college life treating you?' he asked. "You're a freshman aren't you?"
"No, actually I'm a sophomore -- I spent my first year at a junior college to save money. I wish I could have come here last year -- it's so liberating being out of the constant eyes of my parents."
He laughed at that. "Tell me about it. I know what you mean. I couldn't do half the things I do here at home."
I took a bite from my sandwich. "What sort of things?"
