As a college freshman at a state school in the Rocky Mountains, I was a pretty conservative guy, especially considering all the boozing, drugs, and wild sex that was running rampant in my coed dorm. My high school years were very low key; I had dated the same girl since sophomore year, swam competitively, and studied hard. At university, I was in way over my head as a mechanical engineering major and the freshman weed-out courses were giving me hell. I drank a little on the weekends, but most of my free time was spent studying.
I met this incredible girl in my chemistry lab, and we became the best of friends. Melanie was a tall, skinny redhead with the most drop dead gorgeous green eyes. She ran cross-country and she had a body so tight you could bounce a quarter off her ass. When she was assigned as my lab partner, I nearly wet my pants, and had to spend the rest of the class trying to hide an uncontrollable erection from her. Needless to say, Mel was way out of my league, and I quickly gave up on any hope of getting in her pants. She was also an engineering major and we became best friends, studying together almost every night.
Mel didn't have much of a social life either, not because she didn't have plenty of guys hitting on her, but primarily because the life of a freshman engineering major is painful. We would on occasion break out a six pack and pound down a few cold ones after a week of hard studying. Mel even turned me on to smoking weed which helped mellow me out after a stressful week of exams.
One Saturday night, Mel and I were studying for a physics exam in my dorm room. Mel was dressed in a pair of loose sweats and flip flops, her hair pulled back into a pony tail, not an ounce of makeup on her cute face, and her wire rimmed glasses made her look like the hottest librarian on the face of the planet.
"This is such a drag, Scott," she moaned. "Hey, I've got some reefer in my backpack, you want to smoke a joint?"
We lit up and I grabbed a couple of cold beers from the mini fridge. I put some Pink Floyd on the boombox and we kicked back to relax. We chatted about some meaningless crap as the weed worked its magic.
"Hey Scott, do you know how to play poker?" Mel enquired.
"Sorta, I guess. Why?"
"My sorority is hosting a casino night next week to benefit a local charity. I volunteered to man a poker table, but I don't have a clue how to play. Could you teach me?"
"Sure," I stammered, the effects of the weed taking hold. I dug a set of playing cards out of my desk drawer and dealt a hand.
Suddenly the door to the dorm room busted open and my roommate came strolling in. "What are you stoners doing?" Chad laughed as he saw Mel and me lying on the floor, a wreath of smoke encircling our heads.
"Just studying," I replied.
"Studying to go to Vegas?" Chad smirked.
"We're just taking a break. So how did the game go?" I asked. Chad was a stud lacrosse player on the college team.
"We won," he boasted, as he threw his gear down on his bed and pulled his muddy jersey off over his head. Now I'm not gay, but I've got to admit, Chad is one hot dude. He's got the abs of a freaking Greek god and a chest that looks like it could do pushups till the cows come home.
He grabbed his towel off the hook by the door and wrapping it around his waist, ripped off his lacrosse shorts and kicked them up onto his bed. "I'm gonna take a shower kids. Don't do anything I wouldn't do," he snickered as he headed down the hall toward the communal showers.
"Chad is one cocky bastard," Mel giggled as the door closed behind him. "Although you got to admit, he's built like a..."
Mel stopped in mid sentence as she turned back toward me. "Damn Scotty, do you have a thing for Chad?"
"Wh...wh...what do you mean?" I stuttered.
"You're jaw is gaping wide open, I'd swear you're drooling and you've got a look of lust in your eyes I haven't seen since that first day in chemistry lab."
OK, so before I go any further, I've got a confession to make. Like I said, I'm not gay, but Mel was right, I've had a fucking boner for Chad ever since we moved in together this fall. Part of it is jealousy; I'm jealous of his good looks, his great body, his athleticism, and his social life. You wouldn't believe all the tail this guy gets. I can't tell you how many hours of sleep I have lost this semester listening to Chad bang half the hot girls on campus in his bed on the other side of our dorm room.
But that's only half of it. Chad is not shy, and I've seen him in all his glory on more than one occasion. He sleeps in the nude, he studies in the nude, he talks on the phone in the nude; the guy treats our dorm room like his personal nudist colony. And let me tell you something, he has plenty of fucking glory. The guy is hung like a horse. And once I got a view of his big dick, I've found it fucking impossible to get it out of my mind.
"Come on," I replied. "What, do you think I'm gay or something?"
"I never thought so," Mel snickered, "But based on the lump in your shorts, seems Chad's near naked body has you pretty damn excited."
Embarrassed, I looked down at my crotch to see my gym shorts were sporting a giant tent. I grabbed a pillow off my bed to cover my out of control boner.
"Busted," I groaned. "I don't know what it is about that guy. I've never been sexually attracted to a dude before, but Chad brings out some latent desires that scare the living shit out of me."
Taking another hit on the joint, Mel giggled, "Don't feel bad Scotty, he makes me weak in the knees too. Every time I see him, I have to change my panties. I find myself dreaming about what he's packing inside those baggy lacrosse shorts."
I'd never heard Mel talk like that, but between the pot and the beers, and my own admissions, this was becoming a far out game of truth or dare.
"Trust me, he's packing a goddamn howitzer cannon," I said, as Mel's eyes widened in amazement. "I've seen him in the showers and getting dressed, and that guy is blessed, believe you me."
"Wow," Mel exhaled. "So, how big is it?"
"Well, I, uhh, I don't know. It's the biggest one I've ever seen. It looks like a beer can hanging between his legs." Sarcastically, I added, "I've never measured it, but trust me, he's fucking huge."
"I want to see it," Mel continued. "I want to see it hard."
"Well why don't you just fuck him," I replied, more than a little unhappy with how this conversation was turning.
"Maybe I will," she snickered, her face turning bright red. "If you don't beat me to it."
"Very funny," I replied.
"Deal again," Mel continued, "I've gotta learn this game."
We played several more hands and drank a couple more beers as I explained the basics of poker to her. The subject of Chad never surfaced again and my embarrassing boner finally subsided.
Chad came back into the room, his curly dark hair dripping water, a towel around his waist and his flip flops his only clothing.
"What are you guys playing?" Chad questioned.
"I'm teaching Mel how to play poker," I said.
"I want in," Chad replied, as he plopped down on his bed, not bothering to get dressed. "What are the stakes?"
"We're just playing for pennies," I continued as I dealt Chad in.
"Couldn't we up the ante?" Chad enquired.
"Mel doesn't know how to play," I remarked. "She's just learning."
