My name is Jack, well John Jesse, but you can call me Jack, and this is the story of how I got with my now boyfriend. It is in fact, a love story and I want to focus much more in the love part of it, with no lack of the sexual aspect of it, though the buildup for it is a bit long (well, not 'a bit').
In order for you, my kind reader to understand somewhat more my situation, I'm going to describe myself first: by then I was 21 years old, white, 5 ft. 7 in., 135 lbs, I have light hazel eyes, with a "twink" body type, tho not solely bones and skin, and almost no muscles, I have natural chesnut hair but by then I just had have it dyed silver (picture more white-ish than gray); my hair is also curly, but as it gets difficult to handle when it grows I had it short, well like 2 inches long. I battled with my weight for a long time, since I was seriously overweight in my teen years, however I have had a better diet since I was 19 yo and I now have it under control. My two other great insecurities are my nose, which is a bit too big and hooked for what I would like, and my acne, which, even though is not that severe, I haven't had a day without a red pimple in my face since I was twelve, and have some of them in my back and butt cheeks, which made me specially insecure since, even though I was a virgin back then I already knew that, I am a bottom.
I was living in a flat near college in a city that we'll call San Sebastian (I googled up that he is kind of the Patron Saint of the Gays, plus it sounds californian with a "San" in it), I was studying back then political science, and it was an election that year, so along with my Drag Race obsession, I was busy enough, even making calls for a candidate I liked. However, my roommate Tom, with whom I started renting, is a bit of a nerd and had already finished his major, so he was ready to go and get a job in other state, thus I started looking for another roomate.
Now, all my insecurities up until then, had prevented me to have a more active sexual live, that along with the fact that I didn't realize, or well, fully accept, my homosexuality until I was 19, in spite of the constant teasing in school. I am really lucky to have made really good friends tho, Kathryn, a blonde Canadian that is studying law, with a really hot body and the worst taste in men, then in a realationship with this jerk jock named Tristan; Angela, a black head-shaven communist badass studying math; and Rita a redhead studying biology that had a serious heartache because she was in a relationship with Tom and he was not willing to try distance.
One day Angela told me that her associate professor of topology (not even I have a clue of what that is), David, was looking for a place, that he was chill, that he was just 27, and that he is really good at helping them with the subject, so that she gave him my number, and since I so desperately needed the money, I was down to it. In the afternoon that same day I received a text, and in a rather formal tone we set a 'date' to meet each other before making any arrangements.
The day came and I arrived first at the Café, it was still 7 in the morning so I was wearing a coat and easy pants. Then he arrived, he was not much taller than me, an inch or two, so he was not tall at all. But he walked with his head up, as if he were not aware of that fact. He was bearded, and with short straight black hair, and brown eyes, slim lips and a straight pointy nose. He seemed white but was a light-skin latino, so he was in fact 'dah-vid' and not 'day-vid'. He had jeans and a red sweater that was very tight to his body, and in fact seemed really comfy and soft. So, the thightness of his sweater let me see his two big strong arms, and his hard chest, which distracted me.
"Hi-i, Da-david, right?" I stuttered. I finally took my eyes off his arms, and looked him in his dark eyes. He first was serious, let a second past while keeping eye contact, and then smiled at me.
"That's right, you should be Jack then," he said confidently, with a very light, yet noticeable mexican accent. I responded smiling, possibly stupidly, trying to focus on the deal on the table for a roomate-ship, and not on getting railed by his strong arms. "Take a seat, and please talk about yourselt a bit, it's important for me to get to know you if we're going to live together," I added.
"I'm here studying a PhD on maths, while I help my thesis advisor as an assistant professor in her more basic courses, that's how I met Angela, she is a very bright student, by the way. I have been living in a place that's about to be sold, I needed to find an apartment so I told the class that, and well, here we are". He said, without losing his perfect smile.
"Yeah, I kinda already knew that, but... you know, what else should a prospect of roomate should know about you?" I interjected.
"Of course, well, I normally stick to a tight schedule, waking up early in the morning, to work out and have breakfast, then I disappear from the house from 7 am to around 5 pm, between assiting in classes and making my own research. I like to hear music in my from time to time, for you to know, some of it in spanish, that can be a bit bothering, I imagine; but besides that I don't really represent a hassle." He said, while it was really hard to me to not check him out and keep paying attention. "Ohhh! I have a girlfriend, so... occasionally we'll make some noise, I guess." Shit.
The conversation continued with us discussing the more boring terms of the deal, and with me, I believe visibly, dissapointed with the straightness of the hot guy that will live with me for now on. So the time went by, and the day he moved in arrived. He had really few things: a foam matress that did not look comfortable at all, his clothes that were not much, his hygiene stuff, some math books and books in spanish, weights, an iPad, and a chalk board that I saw him paste to the wall with the tools of the moving freight.
"I know that you are an immigrant and stuff, but you have been here for a list a year, how can you have only this?" I asked him. He laughed
"I know that it seems like few things, but at the end these are the things that I need, and I like to, you know, have light luggage" he responded.
"Ha-ha, what? What for?" I insisted on a more elaborated response.
"Hmmm, I think that having too much of what you don't need may distract you from the really important stuff, you know; besides, when you pay for stuff, you pay with money that you earn by working some time, so at the end you are paying time of your life, in change of, you know, just stuff." He said, amusing me.
"So that's why you get along so well with Angela, you are a commie," I told the joke, to lighten things up, and he laughed.
"Hey, you have been so great with me, man; now you must let me prepare dinner for you in my new home, will you?" He asked, instantly making me remember myself that he got a girlfriend and that this was in fact, not an actual date.
"Yeah, if I ever refuse a free meal, please kill me," I accepted.
So the next hours went by with me faking that I was working on some homework in my laptop, and checking out how he cooked, he prepared everything, making a vegetable soup and what he called real mexican tacos, with 'tortillas' and meat from a mexican market nearby.
So by 7 pm, dinner was ready and I have to admit that though the 'salsa' was really spicy, I enjoyed it a lot. He told me about his upbringing, how he is the only child of a single mother that raised him while being a middle school teacher. I told him about my childhood too, that I had a big sister that was a doctor, and that I was the gay son of a small town's preacher, which made him laugh and remember me the Dusty Springfield song.
