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It was 1996, my first year at college and my first time so far away from my home, my family and my girlfriend. I eagerly looked forward to my freshman year and had already secured my dormitory assignments from my advisor. After the long drive there, I was anxious to see my roommate selection because I knew we had to endure each other for 9 months. I was really nervous about this and prayed he was a nice guy, hopefully somewhat similar to me and that we could co-exist peacefully in our forced inhabitancy.
Shortly after arriving and checking in with my floor supervisor, I found my dorm room. I loved it as soon as I saw it, much more spacious than I thought it would be, with big walk in closets. The room was vacant but I noticed that someone had already unpacked and claimed a closet, a desk and a bed. That was fine with me, as I actually preferred the side of the room he had left. I liked this situation already, his bed was crisply made, his computer was hooked up and he looked very neat, very organized and very serious about his education.
I was particularly impressed with his choice of books, so straight and neat on his shelf and desk. Mathematic logic, number theory, advanced trigonometry and even chess. I was also especially impressed with the software boxes of logarithms, calculus and algebra. At first notice, maybe my prayers had been answered. He was a numbers geek, just like me. I was a math major and this was looking very promising. If he was anything as serious about his education, like his books and his clean room indicated, I knew we would get along fine.
As I was unpacking, the door opened, and a short, slim fair complected kid walked in. He came over to me and introduced himself as Mathew, my new roommate. This guy didn't even look old enough to be a freshman in college. His handshake was timid and weak, almost a gesture instead of a greeting.
As we talked, the first thing I noticed was that his smooth face was very effeminate, almost female model pretty. He had such dainty womanlike features. His hands were petite, his fingernails manicured and his arms were thin and pale. Totally underdeveloped, his body looked like he had never seen the inside of a gym in his life. Even his facial features were ladylike, his nose and cheeks were graceful and but his lips were almost obscenely full and plump.
His smile and the twinkle in his innocent eyes was just more confirmation of how pretty he was for a man. He seemed pleased with my personality as we chatted and got to know each other. He could have passed for a girl, he was just like me.
I stood 5 foot 7 inches tall and he looked shorter than me. I weighed 145 pounds and he looked a lot thinner than me. He had long blond hair that hung to his shoulders, parted in the middle and it looked very thick and clean, almost too luxurious for a man. My hair was blond also, but shorter. The first thing I thought was that we could have passed for brothers, or maybe even sisters.
As I studied him while we chatted, I got the impression he was studying me too, maybe also thinking how effeminate I looked for a man. I got the feeling he was very comfortable and very relaxed with my similar soft exterior. He was so talkative and so eager to get to know me.
All my life I had been taunted and teased from elementary school bullies to high school jocks and in the back of my mind, I was hoping that college would take me away from this hurtful tormenting into a more mature world. I was hoping for a world where your looks and body were not the most important things in life. I was hoping for a world where your brains instead of your brawn. would lead to acceptance and advancement. I had always hated how my stature and physique excluded me from the "in" groups during my childhood. I really felt comfortable with him, so, things were looking pretty good to me, I was very pleased with my roommate.
We had a lot in common. Mathew was from a small town in Iowa. I was from a small town in Wisconsin. We both had somewhat illustrious high school scholastic accomplishments, not only in math, but in other school activities as well. We were both presidents or vice presidents of the math and chess clubs at our schools. Between us, we held titles and achievements of school paper editor, school paper photographer, glee club membership, debate team involvement, independent tutors, city and state math competitions and honor rolls. The lists were comparable and endless, we both even played instruments in our respective school bands.
I felt very comfortable with Mathew and I sensed he was at ease with me and liked me also. Whomever placed us in a room together did a great job on matching personalities and scholastic similarities. Maybe there was hope for turning over a new leaf yet.
Throughout the first couple of months, we got along good, we helped each other out in our studies and homework. We socialized in our room, but rarely did anything outside the dorm together. Occasionally, we would go out and get a pizza together, but like me he didn't drink either. We always got stares and sometimes smart ass comments from jocks when we went out together, both of us being kind of frail and perhaps pretty. They bothered me, but Mathew was bold and would just look at them and smile sweetly.
Other than sharing a room together, we really never saw each other much outside of it. He must have enjoyed a very private life of some sort though. I never saw him date or talk to any women and he rarely drove home on weekends. I on the other hand, would drive home probably every other weekend to see my family and my girlfriend.
My college life went on with very little to no harassment. I once complained to Mathew that the guys in the community shower on our floor seemed like they stared at me when I showered. He just giggled and told me, "That's nothing, I get whistled at."
I tried to co-ordinate my trips to the showers when they were empty but Mathew didn't seem to mind on his trips. It was almost like he would purposely go when they were packed.
We had several members of the basketball team on our floor and they seemed to particularly enjoy giving Mathew a hard time. On more than one occasion, while Mathew was returning down the hallway to our room dressed in only a towel around his waist, I heard lewd and degrading comments directed toward him. He just smiled and laughed it off. I'm just glad they chose to vent on him instead of me.
I had a girlfriend back home, we had dated my last half year of high school. She was a year behind me, so when I left for college she still had a year of high school left. I thought she was very pretty, but I once secretly overheard my mom say that she was nerdy. She was also in the math club and I believe she was brilliant and had a great future ahead of her.
We talked about sex all through high school, probably more than she wanted to hear. We never went all the way, she could never get up the nerve to pull the trigger. Sometimes, I would resort to begging, but it would usually start a fight between us. Don't get me wrong, I got a few hand jobs from her, and even got to play with her small breast sometimes, but we had never gone all the way.
Most of my weekend trips home would result in arguments, because my conversation with her were usually centered on when we will go all the way. I didn't have a lot of options though, very few girls at college showed any interest in me and I just lacked the confidence to approach them. Sometimes I couldn't concentrate on my studies because all I thought about was sex.
