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Chapter One
Orientation Week 2015
My dad rechecked the dorm room number one more time; it still said Room 308, which meant we still had to carry stuff up to the third floor. He huffed disgustedly. The four of us filled our arms and started the climb. My little brother JJ kept talking about how it was so awesome and basically just running his mouth in general the way he always did. To me, the décor style could be called `Institutional Vomit', but to JJ the looks didn't matter because the place meant freedom. He kept asking me wouldn't it be great to get away from mom and dad. Thing is, I didn't feel the way he did about home. I was really in no hurry to be on my own. I would have gladly gone to the community college across town. It was actually dad who was determined that I have the `college experience'. When I got to the door of 308, I sat the mini-fridge down so I could dig in my pocket to get the key to the room, which I would apparently be sharing with (quick look at room assignment again) Clifton B. Jameson. The mere thought of sharing space with a stranger had my nervous stomach threatening to send me running to the toilet. I hoped this guy I was rooming with wasn't a total tool. I pushed the door open. It didn't look like Clifton B. Jameson had arrived yet so I got first pick. I quickly surmised there wasn't really much to pick, there were two beds, two desks and a window between the beds so there was no real advantage between them other than which side of the bed I wanted open to the room. I ended up taking the one on the right. After a second trip to the car, everything was in place and I could tell my dad was getting the famous Pete Nelson itch to get back home. Mom tried to drag it out but she knew she was fighting a losing battle; she started cranking up the waterworks – how embarrassing. Then JJ started begging to stay with me for the weekend; another losing battle. Finally, we walked back downstairs, said our goodbyes and they were on their way; a three-hour trip back home. I turned to head back in with a sense of dread in the pit of my stomach.
There were three good-looking muscular guys on the stairs in front of me carrying stuff. I guessed it was another freshman moving in. When they went onto the third floor, I guessed it might be a neighbor. When the dark haired one stopped at 308 and pulled out a key, I figured out it must be Clifton B. Jameson, my roommate. I wasn't up for multiple strangers so I turned around before they noticed me and went back down to the common area on the first floor and found a quiet vantage point so I could watch for them to leave. I pulled out my iPhone and started surfing the web thinking if I looked occupied nobody would try to talk to me. Finally, about 20 minutes later, two of them came back down. I overheard them talking about going out to get some pizza. I waited until they were gone, then went back up to the room. I tried the knob; it was unlocked so I opened the door and went in. The dark-haired guy I'd seen was shirtless and moving boxes around.
"Oh, hey! You must be (looking at his papers) Theodore O. Nelson?" he said.
"Call me Ted" I said to him, "and you're Clifton B. Jameson?"
"Bernie" he corrected me.
I've tried over the last four years to train myself not to stare at guys but Bernie was what you could call `my type'. He was roughly my height, just shy of six feet, kind of thin but not skinny, toned but not muscle-head. He also had bushy pits and a thick treasure trail leading into his gym shorts; the kind of trail that promised a big hairy bush. It was hard, but I tried to snap out of it before he noticed.
"What's wrong?" he asked. I guess I lingered too long.
"Nothing" I said "Just got lost in my thoughts."
"Oh, okay" he looked a little lost himself, then he said "You want to go get some pizza or something, I'm starving."
Then I heard words come out of my mouth that had to come from lizard brain because I knew my aversion to new people would never allow my conscious mind to say them – "Sure, I could use a bite. We can get to know each other too."
He picked up his tee shirt he'd discarded earlier to pull it on. I was standing close enough to smell the faint natural teen odor riding under what smelled like Old Spice deodorant. We walked out and down the stairs. I strategically let him go first so I could discreetly check out the two juggling melons in his shorts.
"I have no idea where we're going. Do you know anything about this town?" he asked. I just shook my head and typed pizza into my phone. I found a place called Obie's nearby with 4/5 rating on TripAdvisor and one $, so it should be college student cheap. We ordered and sat down to wait. This time I was the one who had to break Bernie out of his trance.
"You okay?" I asked.
"What? Oh...yeah. Just looking at that tuft of hair coming out of your collar. Man, you must be hairy as fuck" he said. I wasn't sure how to respond to that. Did he like it, was he disgusted by it? I wasn't sure so I just eked out a `Yeah, kinda." I was following in my dad's footsteps. I looked like I had a sweater on when I was shirtless. It matched my furry arms and legs. I don't know why but I told him "Back home in high school all the assholes called me Teddy Bear".
"That's kind of cute" he said, "but I guess you didn't think so?"
"Well, it was better than lard ass" I said.
"What?! Dude you're not a lard ass, you may have a few extra pounds but you're not that big" he said, putting a hand on my shoulder which made me involuntarily recoil. "Sorry" he said.
"Oh, no. It's not you. I'm just weird about people touching me" I muttered. I was sure I wasn't making a great impression; story of my life.
The whole incident was forgotten when the pizza arrived. With us being two hungry teenaged guys, the pizza was inhaled in about 15 minutes and we sat back sipping on our drinks.
"So...Ted. What do you like to do?" he asked, "in your spare time, I mean."
"I like to read. My mom says I'm a real bookworm" I said.
"Really? What kind of stuff do you like?" he asked.
"A wide variety, but especially science fiction and fantasy and real history" I said.
"Cool. Have you ever read the Silo series by Hugh Howey?" he asked.
"Yeah, a couple of times" I said, beginning a half hour-long conversation about who we would cast in a movie based on the stories. We headed back to the dorm room; it was about 8:30. I began to think just maybe Clifton B. Jameson might not be that bad of a roommate. We talked till about 11pm. I don't think I've had that many words come out of me in the last 10 years. All the camaraderie had allayed my normal nervousness, and I started getting ready for bed. I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off, leaving my grandpa undershirt on. You know the kind with no sleeves and the scoop neck like a tank top. When I looked around, Bernie had ditched his shirt and was bare-chested again. He was looking me over again.
"Wow, you are hairy" he said "With all that hair on your chest you do look like a big ole teddy bear. I can see why those people called you Teddy Bear."
"Oh my God, if you have to call me that don't do it outside this room, please" I begged.
"Deal" he said as he very nonchalantly dropped his shorts. I couldn't help but look at the bulge in the gray Tommy Hilfiger briefs he was wearing. I went in the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I came out those briefs were in the same pile with his shirt and shorts. I started chubbing up, so I quickly turned off the lamp and pulled off my pants in the dark, climbing into bed still in my boxers and grandpa shirt.
"Good night, Bernie" I said.
"Good night, Teddy Bear" he kind of growled, making my dick lurch. Now I couldn't sleep. Was there something to that sexy growl? Was it really a sexy growl or just my horny imagination? Maybe he was just almost asleep. No way this jock dude is gay, and even if he is there is no way he could be attracted to me I was telling myself. I did what I always did and pushed it out of my mind and concentrated on getting to sleep. Sleep was very elusive though and I ended up staring into the dark in the direction of the ceiling for a good half hour before I finally fell asleep.
The next couple of days went by in a blur. We had all kinds of mandatory meetings we had to attend for orientation and by the end of the day we were both really tired. We talked a few minutes and hit the hay. Our first real break from the hectic schedule was the following weekend. Friday night we spent about an hour doing homework before Bernie insisted that we go out and get something to eat and find something fun to do. I balked at first, fun usually meant crowds of people and that was definitely not me. I told him I really wasn't into crowds, he said you don't have to have crowds to have fun. He finally talked me into it, we grabbed a quick burger and fries then went out on the town. We ended up walking over to the Parthenon, Nashville's replica of the real one. It was closed but we walked around it and sat on the steps enjoying one of the last nights of official summer. It was a beautiful evening and I was enjoying the relative quiet of this place when the topic of conversation turned to...let's just say...less comfortable things.
"So, Ted, do you have a girlfriend?" he asked. I toyed with the idea of lying and making one up, but I've never been a good liar so I just said no.
"You?" I asked, expecting to hear all about his sexual conquests. I was surprised when he said no as well.
"I'm not really into girls" he said. "I think in all fairness, since we gonna be roomies, I have to let you know I'm gay."
You could have knocked me over with a feather as they say. I sat speechless for a minute, gathering what little courage I had before muttering half-audibly "me too." I swear I could see his eyes light up.
"Awesome" he said "Wanna mess around?"
"Wait, you want to mess around with me?" I asked incredulously. I mean I could understand my feelings for him, he was cute, toned, positive and from what I could tell kinda hung. The way I see myself is fat, dull and negative; it just didn't compute.
"Dude, you're so my type. I love the fuzzy bear types. You're cuddly" he said.
"Code word for fat" I replied.
"No, you're just big. You're going to start going to the gym with me. I'm going to realign your self-image" he said, then quickly changed tone "I want to see what's under the grand-daddy shirt dude...please..."
"Not here" I said.
"Duh! Let's head back to the room" he said in that growly voice like the first night we met.
We walked around a little while longer but it was quickly apparent all either of us had on our horny minds was thinking about was getting back to the dorm room, so abruptly we ended up our evening stroll and went back. Once we got to the door Bernie was already taking off his tee shirt. I got it unlocked and went in; I could smell him. I guess his hormones had ramped up in anticipation because he was dumping some serious pheromones. I was getting embarrassed because the front of my shorts was sticking out obscenely. He came over and gave me a questioning look, I nodded and he grabbed the hem of both my shirt and undershirt and pulled them up over my head exposing my torso. When I look in the mirror, I see the belly and man boobs, but to him it was all about the fur shirt. I couldn't help but notice I had some pheromones expressing themselves too, especially when he stuck his nose right to my pit and kind of shuddered. He started unbuttoning my shorts, but I stopped him; this was moving way too fast for me. He chilled out and we sat on the bed looking at each other for a few minutes. I watched the lump in his shorts jump a couple of times before he leaned in to try to kiss me. I'd never been kissed before so my stomach was flipping and flopping with butterflies. When his lips touched mine, it was like a heatwave running from my mouth directly into my groin. Oh my God, all the times I'd jacked off picturing something like this and it was real now. I felt his tongue dart out and I opened my mouth a little which led to having a mouth full of his tongue. I got brave and tongue wrestled with him for a second or two but I was so close to cumming in my pants I had to back off. The most I'd ever done was masturbate with JJ, but we never touched each other and definitely never kissed.
"Did I do something wrong?" Bernie asked.
"No, you were doing everything too right" I said smiling and adjusting my hair-trigger cock, "You were about to cause some Mount St. Helens action in my pants."
He laughed and sat back getting his breath for a while before asking if I was ready to take it further.
"I don't know...do you think maybe we're going too fast?" I asked.
"Do you want to stop?" he said.
I thought about it briefly. Why was I trying to sabotage myself? This is literally all I'd wanted for the last six years. I'd been waiting for some gay action since I was 12.
"No, not really" I said, getting bold and pulling on the waistband of his shorts. He stood up and they started riding down his hips, first exposing the thick bush I was expecting, then the root of his dick. I pulled him in front of me and jerked the shorts and underwear down in one motion. His cock popped up and slapped me on the bottom of my chin. I was going into auto mode now, living out some of my fantasies. I took hold of his dick and licked all around the head before taking him in my mouth. He let out a heavy sigh and kicked the clothes off his feet, then ditched his shoes too. He sat back on the bed and I pushed him onto his back before I took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could before gagging. I felt him draw his hips back pulling his tool out of my mouth. He sat up and this time I didn't give him any resistance as he finished unbuttoning my shorts. I stood up and let them and my boxers be taken down. I kicked them off like he had before and sat back on the bed.
"Oh fuck!" he panted, "You're uncut on top of everything else! I think I'm in love!"
He wasted no time pulling my foreskin back and slathering my cock head with saliva before going down on me. I could feel my dick go into his throat until his nose was buried in my pubic hair. He definitely had more experience than me, that much was for sure. I was already so close he could only bob on me about five times before I unloaded into his throat. He pulled off enough to catch some in his mouth which he showed me for my approval. It looked like a lot but then, I am a heavy cummer; I always make a mess. I lay there twitching for a couple of minutes; he was lazily jacking his cock. I caught my second wind and knocked his hand away and got back on his dick with determination. I wanted to deep throat him the way he did me. I kept gagging until he started coaching me.
"Take a breath, then let it out, then swallow as you go down" he said. It felt weird but it worked. My nose was in that glorious bush of his. It only lasted a second before I started gagging again.
"You'll get used to it" he said. I decided to focus on his nuts, sucking in one at a time and rolling them around with my tongue. Then I went back to his dick and sucked on the head while I jacked it at the same time. He started squirming and I figured he was getting close so I kept it up. I tried to go deep again and managed it one more time for a few seconds then backed off and worked the head some more. After a while I felt it start to get harder than even normal hard and his balls were pulled up tight to the base of his dick. All of a sudden, his legs got rigid and I was getting flooded. I swallowed as fast as I could, some still escaped and ran down his dick into the thicket at its base. Instinctively, I used a finger and thumb to strip the remaining cum out of his cock and licked it off the tip, then I went down and sucked up the glob that had slid down into his pubes. He grabbed my head and pulled me up to him for a kiss. I could taste both of us in his mouth.
"I think we're going to be great roomies Teddy the bear" he whispered.
"Yeah. Me too, Clifton" I said, making a point about the name.
"We stink" he said. I had to agree we had jumped the gap between sexy and just pure stank. We got up and pulled on our shorts, sans the underwear. I started to put on a shirt but Bernie was having none of it.
"You don't look as bad as you think you do, trust me" he said and somehow managed to convince me to walk down the hall to the bathroom shirtless; I hadn't been anywhere shirtless since I was about 11 or 12. He didn't know what a feat he was really accomplishing. It was pretty uneventful; nobody was in the bathroom so we shared a shower stall and took our time washing each other off. He really liked my hairy body, I really, really liked his mostly smooth and toned physique. We spent a little too much time washing off each other's privates and we both walked back to the room with towel bumps leading the way. My phone was ringing when we walked in, I picked it up and saw it was JJ.
"Hey JJ, what's up?" I asked.
"Nothin', just seeing if you're okay" he said.
"Sure, I'm fine" I replied.
"How's it going with the roommate?" he asked.
"His name is Bernie, and we hit it off pretty well actually" I told him, winking at Bernie.
"Wow, you actually hit it off with another human?" he said.
"Oh, you're a real comedian" I replied.
"Did you tell him...you know?" he said softly.
"Actually, he's `you know' too" I said back just as softly.
"Ohhh, lucky you then!" he said.
"You don't even know how lucky" I said.
"Okay. I'm gonna let you go so I can go jerk off by myself" he laughed.
"Poor baby" I said "call me again soon. Love you bro."
"Back at you, bro. Talk to you later" he said.
"Younger or older" Bernie asked.
"Younger, he's 15. Joshua Jarvis, he doesn't like his name either so he became JJ" I said.
"Is he as cute as you?" he asked.
"Well, we're totally different" I said. "I look like dad, sort of, and he looks more like mom."
"I'm beat, man. I think I'm going to hit the sack" he said.
"Yeah, me too. Good night, Bernie" I said.
"Good night, Teddy bear" the last word was whispered but I still heard it. I felt like this was the start of a great new phase in my life, I fell asleep happier than I'd been in years.
Lambodara 11/14/21
As always, comments are welcome. Please be nice.
I'm thinking this will be roughly six parts more or less.