The day dawned gray and cloudy, the first frost of the season glinting on the large picture window that covered most of the far wall in the dorm room. Logan Temple awoke with his back against a hard cement wall, and blinked a few times until his eyes adjusted. Next to him lay his roommate, Aidan, snoring softly and curled up in a fetal position facing him.
When he was fully awake and needing to piss like a racehorse, Logan slowly rose from his bed and stretched a leg over his friend's sleeping body. Standing up, he stretched and walked over to the window to gaze out upon the scene. Their dorm room looked over a field that ran down a slope to a pond where a mist hung lazily over it this morning. The grass was painted white by the frost while a few birds circled overhead in the distance.
Unable to resist any longer, Logan grabbed a pair of dark blue Bahama shorts from his drawer and slid into them commando style, then headed out the door and down the hall to the bathroom to relieve himself.
Returning several minutes later, he found Aidan sprawled out on his back with his hands over his head and still sound asleep. Logan rubbed at his eyes as he walked over to his desk, sitting down in the hard metal chair to stare out the window. It was shaping up to be one of those long, depressing New England days everybody had been talking about. A day when it looked the same outside at 9:00am as it did at 3:00pm. The depressing part of the year, at least with regard to weather, was descending.
Glancing quickly at the small digital clock that sat in one corner of his desk, Logan saw that it was exactly 9:42am. Thankfully, it was a Saturday morning and that meant there would be no classes and no work study today. Unfortunately, it also meant no food until 11:00am when the dining hall opened for brunch. He slid down in the chair to get more comfortable, resting his legs up on the ledge of the window.
Logan stared out across the grass toward the pond. He could just make out the athletic fields off to his left, and the girls' soccer team practicing on it. Off to his right were buildings, chief among them the student center and more dorms. He was in a reflective mood this morning, marveling at just how far he had come -- and how much things had changed for him -- over the last several months.
Logan had come to this small college in central Maine from about as far away as possible -- the San Francisco Bay area of California in the heart of Silicon Valley. His father worked in upper management for Visa and there was never a shortage of money. He lived in a very spacious 5-bedroom house on Ascot Road, in the Hillsborough Heights section just west of San Mateo, complete with a circular driveway and a huge bedroom of his own on the second floor that looked out across the town.
He had grown up very secure but increasingly lonely, often left to himself with no close friends. He had two older brothers, but they were both in their twenties and hardly came around. The biggest problem what that his father seemed to believe he could simply buy his family's happiness with money. Their house alone cost nearly five million dollars -- a fact Logan's father made a point to tell anyone who would listen.
His family had moved from Yucaipa, a city down in San Bernardino County, up to the Bay area when Logan was 11 years old, with promises from his dad about a great new life for everyone. What his father had really meant was that it would be a great new life for himself, as he was hardly ever at home and never had time for anyone else. His father justified everything by equating money to happiness as his mother slowly drunk and drugged herself to death. She became increasingly distant and spoke incoherently about the past while he and his brothers grew up resentful and bitter.
Logan's brothers had flown the coop just as soon as they were able and, unfortunately, he saw very little of them. When it was time for him to go to college, Logan chose to go to school in Maine because it was as far away from California and Silicon Valley -- and his parents -- as he could possibly get. It would be a whole new world for him where he could make a fresh start.
Despite his home life, Logan still managed to have a pretty decent adolescence and a relatively good time in high school. He was neither the most popular kid nor an outcast. In a graduating class of nearly one thousand students, Logan simply melted into the scene and survived. That was another reason for seeking out a small liberal arts college in New England. He wanted to have some space and personal relationships with people. He wanted to know his peers and professors instead of just feeling like a number. He also wanted to be surrounded by a scenery and climate that was completely foreign to him.
The only truly unfortunate thing concerning Logan was that, as a result of an absent father, listless mother and two distant and remote older brothers, trusting others came hard for him. It wasn't from an unwillingness on his part as much as it was a result of feeling unsure and uncomfortable, having never really experienced close personal relationships with his family members.
All that changed when he got to college and met his roommate Aidan Simmons. Unlike Logan, Aidan exuded confidence and a sense of purpose in everything he did. While he wasn't the most outgoing individual either, he paid attention to Logan and they spent most of their time together. It helped greatly that the two boys shared so many things in common -- from their daily schedules to their beliefs on almost all issues. They also genuinely liked each other and spending time together. An easy, natural bond developed between the two roommates and, for the first time in his life, Logan had someone who actually liked him for who he was, listened to him and valued his friendship.
So, perhaps it was only normal, then, that this bond between them would develop into something more. Quite by accident, Logan caught Aidan in the act of masturbating one night after coming back into their room from showering. That unintended and simple incident quickly led to them looking at porn and jerking off together on an almost nightly occurrence.
Then, about a week ago, Aidan came up with the idea that when it was just them hanging out in their dorm room they should be naked, which Logan agreed to -- and that immediately led to them watching each other while they jacked off, even seeing how far they could shoot their spunk.
Logan had experienced some things sexually before, but never with a guy. In fact, he had never even thought about messing around with a guy -- until Aidan. Honestly, he found his roommate good looking and liked to stare at his naked body, especially when Aidan jerked off. He had a nice, thick penis surrounded by coarse black pubic hair and two large balls that hung nicely below his prick. Logan loved to watch his friend play with himself and rub his body all over as he worked toward an ejaculation.
Maybe it was because Logan had never been in a situation like this before, or had ever really had a chance to fool around with another guy. Or, maybe it was because Aidan had told him that he was attractive. Last night, Aidan even said he was hot, something nobody had ever said to him before. Or, maybe it was simply because Logan found his roommate attractive as well. He didn't know exactly. All he did know was that he liked what they had together and thoroughly enjoyed playing around with Aidan.
Still, what had not been normal and something Logan never could have anticipated, was what happened between him and his roommate last night. After attending a party, and drinking a good amount of alcohol, Logan and Aidan ended up doing much more than just masturbating. They wound up in bed kissing and rubbing their naked bodies together. Aidan even sucked on Logan's dick a little bit before jerking him off, then whacked himself off and spewed his load all over Logan's chest. Lastly, they cuddled against one another before drifting off to sleep.
Shifting in his chair to sit up, Logan bent over to open the little refrigerator they kept in their room for drinks and snacks. He grabbed a water and swallowed half the bottle in two large gulps. He needed something cold and refreshing this morning, and a couple aspirin wouldn't have hurt either.
As he replaced the cap on the bottle of Dasani and swallowed another mouthful of the cool drink, Logan slid back on his chair just as his friend stretched and grunted. Logan turned his head to look at Aidan, who was busy scratching his balls for good measure before slowly rising to sit up on the edge of the bed. Blinking several times, Aidan rubbed the sides of his head and ran a hand through his hair before turning to face his roommate.
"Hey," Aidan grunted. It was more a mumble than a greeting but being hung over it was the best he could do.
Giving a quick nod with his head, Logan replied softly. "Morning."
"Too late for breakfast, I suppose?" Aidan asked, looking hopeful but knowing the truth.
Logan glanced again at the digital clock on his desk and saw the time was now 10:28am. "Not too late for brunch. That starts in half an hour."
