Our recommendation for some good read – writings by Kevin Armstrong – one of our favourite writers.
I looked around the room in Gilmour Residential College. It seemed kind of small, for two guys I mean. But then I’d been brought up as an only child and was used to having my own bedroom. The only time I’d slept in close proximity to another person was when I slept under canvas at Boy Scouts’ camps but that’s another story.
Well at least this place had its own bathroom. The windows looked out on one of the university’s sports ovals.
I felt rather nervous as I waited for the boy who would be my roommate, Cody Wilton. I should have already met Cody at an orientation function held by our residential college. But because of a family emergency – more about this later – I couldn’t attend.
I already had some idea of what Cody looked like because a photo of him had been published in an on-line newsletter that had gone out just after the orientation function. Oh God, when I saw it I imagined that he was going to be disgustingly popular at university and I would probably be condemned to hover somewhere on his outer orbit if I appeared anywhere in his universe at all.
The photo was a little hazy but from the look of his closely-cropped hair (I couldn’t tell if it was blond or ginger) and the rather cheesy smile, I got the distinct impression that Cody was a sporting jock. And, of course, he definitely looked straight!
Oh my God, was I going to have to spend most nights of the week hiding under my blankets and sheets, my hand resting on my hard cock, trying not to register the slurping, melting sounds as Cody fucked his latest girlfriend? Was there any kind of unspoken etiquette about this kind of thing in the college I wondered?
I guess I’d hoped to be bunked in with a cute, nerdish boy who looked even younger than his years. Perhaps a lad with a dainty looking uncut cock because that was my preference. Or at least I thought it was. I have to admit that up to this point, apart from some experimental encounters at high school and the scouts, I was somewhat sexually inexperienced.
Whilst I waited for His Nibs I continued to look around the room we were to share. We each had a desk and a chair with two shelves for books attached to the wall above these.
There was also a small refrigerator and, surprisingly, an electric kettle and mugs for coffee making. The room didn’t have any actual kitchen facilities because the college had its own canteen. I was kind of relieved about that because I’m not a great cook and I think that cooking smells in confined places can be gross.
There was a knock on the door and my heart was in my mouth. Why was I so nervous? I wondered. It was only my expected roomie! But why was he knocking? Didn’t he have his own key?
I went over, opened the door and was stunned. There stood one of the cutest boys I’d ever seen. Blond curly hair, glinting green eyes, high cheek bones, full pouting, luscious lips… an angel. And from what I could tell by looking at his aged Nick Cave tee shirt, a slender and compact torso. And of course my eyes drifted lower – was that a hefty bar in his faded jeans or just wishful thinking on my part? My head was spinning, how could the real thing be so different to the pic in the newsletter?
And then the truth hit me – surely this embodiment of cuteness wasn’t Cody Wilton? But then, who was he?
“Hi, I’m Declan. Declan Green” the boy said in a lilting tone that I found very reassuring. He stuck out his hand and I shook it whilst trying to tear my eyes away from the big lump in his jeans.
“And I’m… uh…”
“Have you forgotten who you are?” laughed the boy.
“Um… I’m Scott, Scott Sterling.”
“You sure about that?”
By now the cheekiness of the boy was starting to irritate me. But then, another glance at that package and I thought that much could be forgiven.
“I was just wanting to have a word with Cody. Cody Wilton? Your room mate?”
Well, now this boy was really starting to get under my skin.
“Yes, I do know that he’s my roommate” I said rather tersely. “I’m afraid he hasn’t arrived yet.”
Without further ado Declan pushed past me and stood surveying the room. “You sure about that? I mean you haven’t got him hidden in the bathroom or in a wardrobe by any chance?”
By now my blood was really starting to boil.
“Look Declan, or whatever your name is – of course I haven’t got him hidden in the wardrobe. Whaddaya think I am? A serial killer? And may I say, it’s usually good manners to wait until you’re invited before you go barging into a guy’s room.”
“Hey, cool it man. We don’t stand on ceremony here at Gilmour. We’re kinda free and easy, laid back if you get my drift.”
Now the boy was talking in awful clichés and trying to put himself across as an old hand, although he could only have been at Gilmour for two days at the most.
“Well I wonder what young Cody is up to?” said the boy. “Probably mounting some gorgeous chick if the truth be known.”
For some reason that comment really enraged me. Why was this kid being so outrageously presumptuous? Did he know Cody really well? Had they gone to the same high school perhaps? And then I realized I was feeling a surge of jealousy. But how could that be? I wondered. Was I jealous at the thought of Cody fucking some floozy or the idea that he and Declan might be best friends? But then I thought that this was really crazy – I’d yet to meet the guy!
Now Declan moved about the room making himself at home. It was as if it was his name on the door, not Cody’s. When I’d first set eyes on the cheeky boy I’d almost wished that I could have swapped him for Cody who I’m sure might have been happier sharing with another straight boy. But now that this Declan boy seemed to be taking possession of our room, I had a big change of heart. His impudence was really getting to me.
I hadn’t had time to unpack and my suitcase and a large bag that contained all my books were standing next to my bed. The book bag was open because it had been too full for me to do up the zipper.
To my astonishment Declan reached down and started searching through my books. “Got any porn?” he said.
“No I don’t read porn and if you don’t mind Declan those books are my private property – they’re not out of some public library.”
“Hey, no need to get your knickers in a knot bro. Remember what I said – we’re very laid back here.”
Ignoring my protest, he rummaged around in the book bag before pulling out a Penguin paperback.
“The Pilgrim’s Progress? Gee, that’s pretty heavy stuff!”
“Well I’ve signed on for English Literature and that is one of the foundation stones.”
The boy looked at me rather strangely and then said, “I bet you watch porn on the net.”
“Sometimes? Yeah, I bet. Straight or gay?”
“Look I ‘m not sure if I –“
“I’m not asking you about your sexual orientation ya dork! Do you watch gay or straight porn?”
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