To say I was excited would be an understatement. Ninety-three days, eight hours and twenty-three minutes. That's how long I waited to finally leave my parent's house and enjoy the freedom of college life. The moment I walked out that door with all my stuff packed in the SUV felt like the first day of my life. A more fun and sex filled life.
Convincing my parents to let me move-in on my own was a weeklong process. They kept telling me stories about how their parents helped them move-in and decorate their dorm rooms. My dad kept going on and on about the Roman noodle diet and wanting to make sure I was stocked. I was intent on making this trip without them.
Luckily, my boy Jayden was attending University as well. We were even able to be roommates in one of the new freshman suites. So, having Jayden and only being an hour away from home helped me snap that parental leash fastened so tightly around my neck without much haggling. And now I was ready to get into as much trouble as I could find.
The drive was technically an hour and fifteen minutes; I reached the school in less than forty-five. Each time I saw the speed limit signs I laughed a little on the inside. It wasn't a snub at the law but more so me laughing at anything that thought it would slow me down from freedom and all the boys waiting for me.
I pulled the SUV our parents rented into the parking lot of Johnston Hall, the freshman suites in which we were assigned. It was straight pandemonium. Hundreds of parents and freshmen were hustling to move their belongings from the curbs up to their rooms. For a fleeting moment I regretted not having my parents there if only for the extra hands.
The order in all the madness is what amazed me. There was an army of students; I assumed they were upperclassmen, wearing green "move-in" shirts helping everyone move their stuff. One of the green shirted volunteers directed me to park by one of the green cones so that the movers knew we needed help.
Jayden jumped out the SUV and started placing our boxes and belongings on the sidewalk. If I was excited, he was definitely ecstatic. A Kool-Aid grin was permanently stuck on his face.
"This shit is crazy, right?"
I looked at him and grunted. Nothing had caught my eye, yet. And I was definitely looking. I needed to get this moving mess done so I could get my hunt on. Ass, good ass, never just fell in your lap. And I was all about the chase.
"Come on Cam, don't be an ass." Jayden gestured toward the mass of people and then folded his arms. "There will be no other time in our lives where we are around as many single, sexy and willing females. It's time to get our dicks wet my nig."
He patted my back and went for another box. I feigned excitement and simply mumbled 'yea.' I groaned on the inside. Until this very moment, I hadn't really considered all the repercussions of having my best friend, a heterosexual whore, as a roommate would mean, especially since he didn't know I dicked down boy's booty holes and not pussy.
Just as I was about to wallow in my supreme mess-up, the moving crew popped up and my attention was definitely piqued. The light-brown skinned cutie with the curly hair spoke first. And God was he beautiful. I brought my hand to my lips to make sure I wasn't drooling.
"How's it going guys? I'm Craig." He pointed to the pudgy Hispanic guy and the ghost white, wafer thin girl. "That's Pablo and this is Samantha."
Jayden moved to shake all of their hands. "I'm Jayden and this is my boy Camron."
I followed suit and shook everyone's hand but found it difficult to keep my eyes off Craig. The sight of him, for a lack of a better word, was captivating. He reminded me of a more rugged and masculine Corbin Bleu. And he was definitely more muscular.
Funny thing, I don't usually go for the muscle bound, thick necked jocks but with those dimples and that bright ass smile, he could definitely get it. And the dick print pressing against his cargo shorts had me feeling some kind of way.
Move-In Day may actually be fun after all
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"So you guys are in Johnston Hall, right?" Samantha asked in a high pitched mouse voice.
I couldn't help but gawk at how pale and thin she was. And her ashen blond hair definitely wasn't complimenting her complexion. She looked like she was a recovered Meth addict. At the end of the day I just didn't want her frail behind carrying my stuff. Cause if she broke something, we'd have a problem.
Jayden reached in his shorts and pulled out the paper with our room assignment. "Yea, we're in Johnston Hall, suite 512."
Pablo exhaled loudly and placed his hands on his head. Samantha put a plastic smile on her face. Craig just shrugged and started reaching for one of the boxes.
"Come on." Craig looked up and shifted his gaze from Pablo to Jayden and I and back. "The quicker we get started, the quicker we'll be done."
I looked at Jayden and frowned. The three of them obviously knew something we didn't. I shrugged and grabbed a box. I wanted to make sure I was right behind Craig, so I could get a...holistic view of the man.
When we stepped into the lobby of Johnston Hall, I was pleasantly surprised at how spacious and nice it was. When Craig headed for the stairwell my legs almost buckled. Now I understood why Pablo was upset when he heard where me and Jayden's suite was; four flights of stairs away.
It wasn't all that bad. At least I was able to watch Craig's muscle booty flex with each step. I wondered if I had a quarter if it would bounce off his ass or not.
By the time we hit the second flight of stairs I was brick hard. Sadly, it didn't take much to make my little soldier stand at attention. I didn't care. I was just horny. But carrying boxes and tracking up a stairwell with hard wood isn't the most pleasant or easiest thing to do.
We made it to the fifth floor and I leaned over the box, acting like I needed to catch my breath. Really, I just needed a minute to calm the disturbance in my basketball shorts. Craig was already halfway down the hall before he looked back and saw me hunched over. He came up to me and rubbed me on the back. I felt like electricity surged through my body.
"You okay? There are some bottled waters in the lobby. Last thing we need is for you to pass out."
I nodded and stood up. The last thing I needed was for Craig to be rubbing on me. I'd never be able to get control of my loins. I was still on lump, but it wasn't that bad. I grabbed the box, strategically place it and followed behind him. The suite was at the end of the hall.
The suite was empty and still had that sanitary smell. I knew it was early but I didn't think I'd have the good fortune of being the first one in the suite. That meant I had first dibs on which room I wanted.
