The previous school year we had been close friends, and in the spring we decided to room together for the next school year. For a possible dorm, we looked at an old Victorian house that was college housing and settled on a room there. It was a small campus in a small town and almost all students lived in campus housing.
Paul was from another area of the country entirely than I. We were both tall and slender, although his Italian good looks, physique, and dark skin definitely contrasted with my blond hair and fairness. I also knew he was gay, and (so I thought) I was straight. Even so, we had lots in common and talked about everything, but neither of us thought much or spent much time talking about girls.
My summer work ended in August, so I had a few weeks free before classes started in the fall. During the school year, as our friendship grew, he once let me know that he was open to extending our friendship. But during that year, he was a perfect gentleman while our friendship grew. He never tried to put me in a difficult situation, and remained a friend throughout.
But I now wanted more. I was not sure what, but I was definitely looking forward to the fall and being with my friend again. Maybe I was bi or even gay - that was ok. Whatever, I wanted to show him that things had changed somewhat. Show him how I wasnt sure, but I knew I wanted more.
I anticipated seeing him again during the long drive to school. That afternoon I pulled up in the front driveway of the dorm and went inside looking. I found Paul in the room, already moved in.
He said, "Hey - I went ahead and took this bed and desk, but we can change. How was the drive?" We embraced, perfunctorily, though I tried to hold on longer. Maybe not now.
I said, "OK, but glad that's over. Can you help me unload? I'm parked out front."
"Sure," he replied.
It took only a few trips to the car with us both. After getting all the stuff, I parked the car out back. As we walked back to the house, Paul said,
"That really required a shower. I think I'll take one now before dinner. Are the dining halls open?"
"Yeah. And I need a shower too."
When we got back to the room, Paul stripped down to his briefs, put on his robe and grabbed a towel. I couldn't help notice his chest - really appealing - large and somewhat smooth with black hairs around his nipples, which had large aureoles - and there was the bulge in his shorts. I stared until he noticed and went on to the bathroom, which had several separate shower stalls.
In the room I found my robe and a towel, stripped entirely, and went down to the bathroom. I heard another shower running, saw Paul's robe and towel, and took the next stall. He finished first, saying "I'll see you back at the room."
When I got back to our room he was drying his hair with his towel, and I noticed his briefs in the pocket of his robe. I dug through my things, found some of my clothes, and moved to hang some up in the closet. The closet was small and we ran into each other.
Maybe this was the time. I held him close and kissed him. He kissed back for a long time and relaxed.
"Things must have changed with you."
"Uh-huh."
