Date: Mon, 5 Jun 2023 09:05:56 -0400 From: Lee Wilson Subject: My Roommate Teaches Me - Chapter 11 This story is an original work of gay fiction. None of the people or events are real. While some of the town names used may be real, any other geographic references (school, events) are purely fictional. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is completely coincidental. This story depicts sexual situations between minor males. If reading this is illegal where you reside, or you are not at least 18 years of age, you are reading at your own risk. This work is the property of the author, Lee R Wilson, and shall not be reproduced and/or re-posted without his permission. Story ©2023 Lee R Wilson. If you enjoy this or the other stories here, why not donate to keep the fun alive? Donate here: https://donate.nifty.org/ My Roommate Teaches Me Key Players: Domenico Martini - 12 Jacob (Jake) Mason - 12 Bill Nelson - 12 Rodney (Rod) Quincy - 12 Marcus King - 12 Donald (Don) Livingston - 12 Supporting Characters: Jim Parkins - 17 - Dorm Floor Monitor From Chapter 10 "OK Jake. You may not be the patient, but anything you tell me about Dom and this situation is confidential. I'll bring up his record in the mean time." "OK. He doesn't like his name shortened, so please call him Domenico. I don't know if that might set him off or not, but in this state of mind, he may just shut you out." "OK, noted. Continue." "Well, I guess it started when one of our next door neighbors, um, found out that Domenico is gay. He said some things and Domenico left their room crying." "Who was the boy and what did he say?" "Um, I don't want to get him in trouble. He didn't say anything bad really, mostly that he didn't want to hang out with a gay boy. He might have said the word fag, but I can't remember for sure. But when I got back to our room, he was crying and kept mentioning his mom, dad and brother." "Hmmm. OK, hold on a minute while I go through his record. But who was this other boy?" "Do I really have to say?" "Yes, I'm sorry. But again, it's between you, me and Domenico. I won't talk to the other boy unless I feel that he's done something wrong." "OK, it's Rod Quincy." "Thank you..." She sits quietly for a minute going over whatever is in Domenico's record. "Has he seemed depressed lately about what happened to his family? And do you know what happened?" "Yes, he told me. After that the only other time he brought it up was about three weeks ago. It was his brother's birthday. But aside from some quiet time alone, he seemed OK the rest of the day." "And you said he was crying over them this morning?" "Yeah." "He may have been repressing the memories. Something in the course of his getting upset last night must have triggered something. OK, I think I have what I need from you for now. If he's not very forthcoming, I may get back to you with more questions. I'll let you leave now. Have Jim bring him in and I can call one of you to come back for him if I don't think he'll do himself harm." She confirmed my cell number in case Jim was tied up with something and I said thank you and left. She followed me to the door and asked Domenico to come in. She told Jim she'd call him if she wanted him to take him back to the dorm. The way she said it, I didn't get the feeling he'd be coming back right away. Jim and I head back to the dorm. He to his room, me to mine, but all I can do is just sit there wondering. CHAPTER 11 - Probing into Domenico's Psyche. We'll once again move to Domenico's perspective. I'm no psychologist, so any conversation with the Dr. is completely from my imagination and may not be realistic. "Would you like something to drink Domenico?" I don't answer. I don't want to be here anyway. If I ignore her, maybe she'll let me leave. "Alright, I'll take that as a no. Would you like to share what happened?" I'm thinking isn't that why she had Jake in here before? Again, I don't respond. "I see. You're the strong, silent type." I can't help it but I have to chuckle. Me strong? What world is she living in? "Thanks for the reaction. At least I know you're not catatonic. I'm sure you can speak. Anything you tell me stays in this office. I can't share anything unless I feel you plan on harming yourself or others." "Why would I want to do that?" She almost seems shocked that I answered her. But she moves on without comment. "Well, a lot of depressed people will do that. Depression is the number one driver to suicide. Very often bullying is behind the depression." "I'm not being bullied. Geez, just what did Jake tell you?" "He told me that Rod said some things that upset you. Were they nice things to say? And who else heard them?" "I don't remember everything, but mostly he was just upset that I'm a fucking faggot." "Did he say that exactly?" "No. That was me. He just said I was gay and he didn't want to be around me anymore." "Is this the first time anyone realized you were gay?" "No. Jake knew." "And how does Jake feel about it?" I hesitate, not knowing if I should answer completely honestly. No, I'm not outing Jake, even if this is supposed to be confidential. "He's OK with it. We get along fine. He's almost like a big brother to me." "So, at this point it's just Rod who knows?" "No. All my best friends, and by now the whole second floor probably knows. Maybe even the whole school. If I had somewhere else to live, I'd leave." She stops and looks at her monitor for a minute or so, apparently there's more about me in my school record than grades. "I see your Aunt and Uncle are your legal guardians. Why wouldn't you live with them?" "They don't want me. Well, at least my Uncle doesn't. They picked me up from the hospital, drove up here and after a night in the hotel, just dumped me." "Maybe there was a reason they didn't come onto the campus with you." "Yeah, my Uncle hates me. He said he didn't want me living with them. I've been here six weeks. My Aunt gave me a phone but I haven't heard from either of them. I'm sure he's preventing my Aunt from contacting me. They probably forgot I'm even alive. Or pretending I'm dead like the rest of my f-f-family." At this point, I break down and cry again. Seems all I can do since last night is cry and sleep. She pushes the box of tissues closer to me, but it doesn't truly register with me. I cry for about ten minutes and all the while, she just sits there quietly, watching me. "Why doesn't anybody love me?" "You said your Uncle hates you. Do you think your Aunt does too?" "No. I'm pretty sure that if it wasn't for Uncle Bob, I'd be living a normal life with her. I'd probably have fewer friends, but I wouldn't be gay." "Why do you think living with her wouldn't make you gay?" "Because I never did anything gay until I came here." "What have you done that you think is gay?" "Uh uh. I'm not saying anything about that." "I know it would be embarrassing, but I can't help you if I don't know everything that's bothering you." "Then what I've done doesn't matter. I'm gay, my fucking family is dead, and nobody wants me. Isn't that enough?" I stand up to leave. But when I get to the door, it's locked. "I want to go back to my room now." "I'm sorry Domenico. I can't let you do that yet." Well, if I can't be alone, I can at least pretend I am. Dr. Paulson tries pretty much everything she can to get me talking again. After a little while she just sits there watching me. She's trying to make me talk first. Not gonna happen. "I have to step out to make a phone call. I'll be right back." Like I care... She comes back in after about 5 minutes and sits back down. "It doesn't look like you want me to help you. Unfortunately, that means we'll have to take you somewhere else. Maybe you'd be more comfortable talking with a man. Do you know what it means to be committed into a psychiatric facility?" She's sending me to the nut house? Fine. I don't want to be here, maybe that'll be better. Nobody there will know I'm gay. Except whatever doctors she blabs to. I continue to stay quiet. After another half hour of me just sitting there and her typing things into her computer, there's a knock on the door. She gets up to open it. She talks quietly with what looks like an ambulance driver. He's got an EMT patch on his shoulder. "Hello Domenico. I'm going to take you to another facility where there will be more people to try to help you. Will you come with me and not try to get away? I don't want to restrain you if I don't have to." Again, I just sit quietly. "He's not very talkative is he?" He brings in a wheelchair. "Will you get into this by yourself? If not I'll have to put you on a gurney. I don't want to force you, but I will if I have to." Fine, anything to get out of here. I stand up and walk over to the wheelchair. "I'm only strapping you in for your safety. We can't have you falling out of the chair in transit." Whatever. At this point I'm back in my numb state. I don't care what they do... He wheels me out of the inner office and I realize I'm going to be taken outside to the ambulance. It's Sunday, so hopefully there won't be anybody else hanging around the admin building. Although I'm starting to not care what the people here think about me. We get outside and Jake's there with Bill, Marcus and Don. They watch as the EMT puts me into the ambulance. Jake mouths 'I love you' before they close the door. I start crying again. Time to switch gears again, back into Jake's head. "Dr. Paulson, what's going to happen to Domenico?" "He's just going to another facility to get help." "Like a hospital?" "Yes." "For how long?" "That will be up to him and the doctors there Jake. If he improves, it won't be too long. I would expect a week or two." "Oh. Would we be able to visit him?" "Probably not. After he gets settled in I will contact them and see about that possibility. Would you mind coming back in with me alone Jake? There are a few more questions I want to ask you." "Can our friends come in too?" "Some of the things we're going to talk about are going to be very personal, you may not want your friends to know the answers." "I don't care. I trust them and we all care about Domenico." "Alright. As long as you can be open and honest. If it gets to a point where you don't want them to hear something, you can ask them to leave. But I will need you alone for one minute to ask you one thing about Domenico that I can't ask in front of anybody else." "That's fine." We go inside. The guys stop in the outer office while I follow Dr. Paulson into the back. "I didn't want to share anything about Domenico that your friends don't already know. Are they aware that he's gay?" "Well, they definitely know that he might be. They were all there last night when the, um, poop hit the fan." "Alright, two more questions. Are you gay as well and if so, do you care if they find out." I have to think about this for a moment. "I am, and no, I don't care if they find out." "Alright. Before we start, I'd like you to tell them. It has to come from you, without prompting from me. Understand?" "Yes. I understand." She calls the rest of the guys into the back office. She has a table with some chairs around it and we all sit there. They all introduce themselves. "Firstly, I will tell you that what we talk about will be held in confidence. I won't share any of it and especially where it concerns Domenico, you mustn't either. That being said, would you boys like some water?" I know I'll need it so I say yes. Following my lead the others do too. Dr. Paulson takes a few waters out of a mini-fridge she has and passes them out. As she sits back down, she nods to me. "Before we start, I have to tell you guys something. The doctor doesn't want to have it come out accidentally... I'm gay too." They all say it's cool. Bill acts as the spokesman and says a little more. "We're not like Rod. We all know you and like you and Domenico for who you are, not what you are. When it came out that Domenico was, at least probably was gay, we all figured if you didn't care being his roommate, why should we? Same goes for you." "Thanks guys." "Thank you Jake. I'm sure that wasn't easy. Well, one of the questions I wanted to ask you was who all was there last night. All four of you?" "Yes ma'am. And Rod." "Yes, Domenico told me Rod was there but I never got an answer from him when I asked who else. Alright Jake, this one might be a little harder to answer. If you want them to step out, just say so." "OK. I think I know what's coming and if I'm right, they can hear it." "Are you in a relationship with Domenico as more than just friends?" "Yes." "Alright. I believe Domenico has three problems. I think you boys can be of help to him when he comes back, that's why I'm sharing this. Technically I probably shouldn't, but I'm not being too detailed, so we're in the gray here. And I'm doing it in Domenico's best interest. First, and probably foremost, he's not dealing with being gay very well. I think as long as it was quiet, he was probably adjusting well. He's afraid the whole school knows now. I'm guessing based on this morning's activities, his reaction to being found out is probably not a surprise to you." "Yeah, we all figured that's what happened." "Thanks Marcus. I know Jake knows about Domenico's family situation, but do the rest of you?" "Yes, we talked about it a little when Domenico had that bad day I mentioned, his brother's birthday." "Thank you. The second is that Domenico feels abandoned and unloved. Apparently he believes his Uncle hates him and is keeping his Aunt from contacting him. With no other family, I don't think he believes there's anyone else that could love him." "THAT'S NOT TRUE! I've told him I loved him many times." "And I'm sure you do. But what he believes will not always be what is the case. He's very fragile right now and can't necessarily see what's right in front of him. I'm sure deep down he knows and believes you love him, but feeling abandoned is burying that deep inside him." "OK. I'm sorry I yelled." "That's alright Jake. It's understandable. Lastly, Domenico has never really come to terms with the loss of his family. I believe being in the hospital for so long immediately after the accident and only having periodic contact with his Aunt and Uncle, he never let himself grieve. Hopefully that will take place at this hospital. When he comes back, he'll need to know that people are there for him. Based on what I've heard here, I'm sure that won't be a problem for you all." We all agree that is the case. "Alright then. That's all I wanted to talk to you about. Do any of you have any questions?" "Do you know how long he'll be in the hospital?" "No Don. It would be impossible to predict. Domenico may respond well and only need a few days. I don't think he's in a state where he would harm himself, so long term is probably not an issue. However, I think you can expect a week, maybe two." "Um, if I, or we, need to talk can we come back?" "That's exactly why I'm here Don. Yes, if any of you feel the need to talk about this, or anything else for that matter, my door is always open. Unless I'm with someone else at that moment." We all thank the doctor and say goodbye. It's hard to believe it's only lunchtime. It seems like it should be much later. So much has happened in such a short time. We all head to the cafeteria to grab lunch. Rod's already there at a table and eating. I walk up to him with my food and before I get a chance to sit down... "No. Don't sit with me." If Rod's going to remain an ass, he can be alone. I go to another table. The rest of the guys look at Rod and then me, and come sit with me. "Do you think DM's going to be OK?" "Sure Don. People deal with his kinds of problems all the time. You heard the doctor say she didn't think he would harm himself." "I guess so Jake. I just feel so bad about what happened, like it's my fault. If we didn't do that dumb contest, last night wouldn't have happened and everything would still be normal." "Don't beat yourself up Don. I think DM would have cracked sooner or later. That was just, as they say, the final straw." "Yeah, I guess Marcus." Don looks pretty depressed himself. I'm betting that's exactly why he asked the doctor about going back. We sit quietly and finish eating. As we're getting ready to leave, Bill speaks up. "Jake, if it's OK with Jim, because I think I better ask him first, is it OK with you if I sleep in Domenico's bed while he's gone? I really don't want to be around Rod any more than I have to. I know we're pretty deep into the school year and a room swap probably isn't possible, but maybe at least a few days and he'll stop being an asshole." "Sure Bill. I don't have a problem with that." "Good. You guys thinking of doing anything this afternoon?" "Yeah, sitting around doing nothing probably wouldn't be a good idea. Should we hit the common room and maybe play some pool?" They all agree with me that's something we can do. "I'll meet you there. I want to stop and talk to Jim first." "OK Bill, see you soon." Playing musical minds here again, let's follow Bill to Jim's room. Knock knock. "Oh, hey Bill. What's up? Come on in." "Hi Jim. Um, I guess you heard by now they took Domenico to a hospital." "Yes. Dr. Paulson let me know." "OK. Um, do you think it will be OK if I stay with Jake for a few days? Rod's being an asshole about all this and I really don't want to spend any time with him right now. To be honest, I don't even want to room with him anymore, but I don't think I can do anything about that." "I don't think anything like this has ever come up before, but I don't see a problem with you bunking with Jake short-term. Has Rod done anything specific?" "No. It's just his attitude about all this. I mean I knew he was straight and all that, but he's really turned into something different after finding out Domenico was gay." "Oh, so that's what started all this." "Oh. Shit. You didn't already know?" "No, but I won't say anything to anybody. Thanks for the heads up though. I'll keep an eye on Rod after Domenico comes back. It may escalate from just attitude. As far as long-term goes, we may be able to do something about that. I can't share anything just yet, but I'll look into it. I think there is a possibility of moving you." "Well, I wouldn't want to subject someone else to Rod's, um, attitude. It wouldn't be fair to them." "Why don't you let me make a phone call. Come back in about ten minutes?" "Um, sure." I wonder what he's thinking of. I guess I'll find out soon enough. I head over to the common room to give Jim time for his phone call. "Hey Bill. All set with Jim?" "Not completely Jake. Can I talk to you alone for a minute?" "Sure." We step out into the hall. "I know you said it was OK for me to stay with you for a while. I probably shouldn't have asked you in front of the other guys. I don't think it was fair to put you on the spot like that." "It's OK. We're all, or were all, pretty close. It was no big deal." "OK. So then you really are OK with me staying with you for a while?" "Yes. I won't be as lonely. If Rod is lonely, who gives a fuck?" "Ha ha. Yeah, I obviously needed to tell Jim why I didn't want to stay with Rod. He said he'll keep an eye on him when Domenico comes back. Anyway. Thanks." "No sweat. Let's go play pool." "Um, Jim was checking on something. I think he might be able to move me. Although I'd hate to have to subject anybody else to Rod though. We WERE getting along fine until all this happened. I gotta go back to talk to him again in a few minutes." "OK, see you when you're done." I'd go back to my room for a few minutes if I knew Rod wasn't there. Going in and out for clothes every day will be bad enough. So I go back into the common room and sit in front of the TV. I don't really pay attention to what's on. Finally, it's about 10 minutes so I go knock on Jim's door again. "Come on in Bill." I walk in and there's someone else in there with him. I've seen the kid around, and he's in a couple classes with me, but I don't really know him. "Oh, I didn't mean to interrupt." "You're not. Do you know Gene?" "No, not really." "Bill Nelson, Gene Jones." "Hi." "Hi." "OK, so here's the deal. Gene's roommate had to leave school due to family issues. Since he won't be coming back, I've gotten a conditional approval to move you into 201 Bill. What I want you guys to do, since you don't really know each other, is to spend a little time together and make sure it'll be OK to room together. Gene's already said it was OK so long as you both got along. Knowing both of you a little, I don't think it will be a problem, but as I said on the first day, room swaps aren't something we like to do and I want to be completely sure it will work. Sound good?" "Yeah." "Yes." We leave and I tell Gene I want to stop into the common room, I was expecting to hang with some friends. "Hey guys. I'm going to have to pass on pool right now. Gene here and I need to get acquainted. If we get along, I'll be his new roommate." "Hey, you can both play if you want. That way we can get to know him too. I doubt you'll want to stop hanging out with us, so why not let Gene be friends with all of us?" "Um. Thanks for the invite guys. But I think I want to talk to Bill alone for a while first." "Yeah, no problem Gene. By the way, I'm Jake Mason, this is Don Livingston and Marcus King. They're in 206. I'm in 208." "Nice meeting you." Gene and I head to his room to talk. "Sorry, I pulled you away from your friends. I'm not real comfortable in groups of people I don't know." "It's OK." "Good. Well, the main reason I wanted to talk to you, since I see you with those guys all the time, I think you'll be easy to get along with, but, um... Are the rumors true?" "Which rumors?" "About that kid Domenico." "I don't want to seem dense Gene, but I also don't want to jump to conclusions either. Can you be specific?" "OK. Um, is he really gay?" "Well, it's not really for me to say, but it looks like he probably is." "OK. Um. Does that bother you?" "No. It bothers my roommate Rod. That's why I wanted to change rooms. I don't really need to be around anybody like that." "That's good. Um, can you keep a secret?" "Yeah. The group of us kind of have a rule, well it was originally Jake's rule with Domenico. What happens here, stays here. If one of us says something to another that he doesn't want shared, we respect that." "OK. Well, I think I might be gay too. It sounds like my ex-roommate and Rod would have gotten along great. He didn't leave because of a family issue. He picked on me constantly since the first day. As you can see, I'm not the most macho boy. I guess I act a little gay and he couldn't deal with it. I put up with the picking, but last week he tried to force me, um, into doing something sexual I didn't want to do. I finally complained about it and he was expelled." "Wow. I'm sorry you had to put up with that. Rod was vocal about Domenico's apparent gayness, but I don't think he'd ever force anybody to do something like that. Actually, he'd probably even think doing anything sexual with another boy was gay and wouldn't do it." "Good. That makes me feel better. I don't think we'll have any problems. I guess it was you guys that started the practice of going to or coming back from the showers nude?" "Yeah, Jake thought that one up, we all said, why not." "I think I saw you all the first time. It really surprised me." "Yeah, we've gotten quite open about nudity. Now I have to ask you if you can keep a secret." "I've kept probably being gay a secret for a couple years. I think I'm able." "Yeah, I guess so. It's all been solo, at least in a group, but we've all jerked off together." "Really? Wow. I don't know if I could ever do that." "Nobody will ever say you have to. If you don't want to do it, and it is kind of fun, so I don't really want to stop, but you can just walk away when the topic comes up." "Well, I guess I'll wait and see. Don't take this wrong, but I really wouldn't mind seeing you guys naked again." "Ha ha. I think you just crossed the line from probably to definitely. It's fine. To be honest, being able to do it in your own room makes it less awkward. Hiding in a stall to jerk off, not much fun. That and someone possibly seeing you go into the bathroom for like 5 or 10 minutes at a time a couple times a day... raises questions." "Yeah. I've had to sneak around with James being the way he was. I find it hard to believe the way you talk about Rod that he took part." "Yeah, after finding out how he really is, it does seem surprising. I wonder if fits the saying `methinks he doth protest too much.' He might be doing everything he can to hide any gay feelings he may have. Just guessing, but it would make some sense. Anyway. Wanna go play pool?" Next Up - "Don Opens Up and The Psych Ward" Author's Note Feel free to drop me a line if you haven't already. I appreciate the comments, good or bad. 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