Date: Wed, 5 Dec 2012 13:05:59 +0200
From: Noel Welch <nwelch247@gmail.com>
Subject: To Have Faith: Chapter 2

Warning

This story contains graphic description of sex acts betweens members of the
same sex. If accessing material such as this is illegal in your country,
province, or state, please do not continue reading.

The characters contained within this story are entirely fictional and
should be taken as such. Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is
entirely coincidental.


Chapter 2

I stood up hastily and held out my hand for him to shake, "I'm Alistair
McLeod... your new roommate." I said nervously, *he should be fined for
being that hot*, I thought to myself.

"I figured that out; seeing as you're in my room. I'm Callum Richards." He
shook my offered hand. As our hands touched, I felt it. The closest thing I
could describe it as, was electricity or a tingling sensation. I looked
down at our hands in surprise, and finally noticed that our hands were
touching for longer than normal. I made eye contact with him and he let go
of my hand immediately. "Umm, I'm going to leave now, I'll see you around
Alistair," he said while giving me a hug.

"You don't even have my number."

"Yeah you do, I got your number while you were sleeping in the car. I also
put in mine, in case you get lonely," he said with a wink.

"Stalker," I murmured. "Whatever Alistair, bye dude" he said, referring to
Callum on the couch.

"I don't like that guy," Callum muttered angrily, in that delicious British
accent of his.

"We've only known each other for a few hours but he's really cool."

Callum kept quiet after this.

"You look bored."

"Excellent observation, Sherlock," he said sarcastically.

"Please help me unpack. It will give you something to do, and you get to
bond with your new roommate." I said with a hopeful smile.

"No," he said flatly.

"Please Cal."

"I'll do it... but only if you never call me Cal again." "Deal," I said
enthusiastically.

Over the next three hours we packed all my belongings into my own small
walk-in closet. I realised I hadn't noticed quite a few things on my tour
of the room, the walk-in closet being one of these.

Also, there was a glass double-door that led to a balcony. During those
three hours of packing, we chatted and learned a lot about each other, I
learned that his father was the esteemed Dr Franklin Richards, a shrewd
businessman and the CEO of Livron Industries, a huge investment company;
and his mother was Gretchen Van der Stadt, a famous Hollywood actress.

When we spoke about his parents, a sad look flashed across his face, though
it went by so fast I wasn't really sure what it was, it was a look of
something though. I told him about how my father left us when I was 3 and
he pretty much sent me birthday cards every 2-3 years. "I'm sorry" he
replied.

"It's okay, I don't consider him to be my father anyways" I told him. I
also learned a few things about Callum; he couldn't fold clothes, so I told
him to pack them in my closet; he kept to himself, and didn't have many
friends, he didn't have a girlfriend either, which I was quite gleeful
about.

After we finished packing, we sat on my bed and talked about nothing and
everything. I learned that Callum wanted to be a lawyer; this caused
friction between him and his father, because his father wanted Callum to
take over as CEO of the company when he retired. "I've never been good
enough for him, when I was younger I tried so hard to win his approval, his
love." He said angrily, we sat in silence for a while after that, both of
us in deep thought. "I'm sorry things are kind of shitty between you and
your father," I finally said. "It's not your fault, there's no need to
apologise."

"Sorry," I said automatically. He had this confused look, he looks even
hotter when he's confused, how is that even possible?* I just want to kiss
that perplexed frown of his mouth* I thought, he's your roommate and
almost-friend, you can't sexually harass him in your mind! my subconscious
wailed. I was one of those people. You know the type... I was a chronic
apologiser. It was programmed into me, it was kinda hard to stop, bad
habits die hard and whatnot. "I need to go to the bathroom."

"Mi bathroom e su bathroom," Callum said.

"Your Spanish is crap," I said before slipping into the bathroom. This was
my first time in it and it was larger than I expected it would be. There
were two large showers on opposite sides of the room, a Jacuzzi, two sinks
with a large mirror above them and two toilets. I didn't actually need the
bathroom, I needed to think. I splashed water on my face and looked at
myself in the mirror; I was 179 cm/5 foot 9, and about 144 lbs. /65 kg. I
had light mocha skin due to my mom being black and my father being white. I
was lean and had a swimmer's build which I got from playing tennis and
hockey, and swimming competitively. I didn't think I was hot, though people
had called me hot in the past, but I knew I was attractive. I came to the
bathroom to plan how to tell Callum I was gay, *we're getting on* *so well,
what if my confession ruins everything?!* I thought furiously to myself,
you shouldn't have to hide yourself from anyone, if he doesn't like the
real you then he can go fuck himself with a ridiculously large dildo, my
subconscious shouted indignantly.

Steeling myself, I strode with a single- minded purpose out the bathroom,
"Callum, I need to tell you something,"

"Can it wait? I want to order us some pizza."

"No it can't, Callum I'm gay..."


Well there you have it... the confession, how do you think our sexy boy
Callum will react??? Find out in the next instalment of To Have
Faith... email me criticism/praises/offers for sex(lol)/general feedback to
nwelch247@gmail.com