"Mm, huh…" I grunted and panted.
On my laptop screen, two men were having loud and rough sex. The top was ramming his thick girth into the bottom boy, making him squeal like a baby. Hearing the cries of pain and pleasure through my headphones, I focused my attention on making myself cum. It was the night of the first day of my third year of college, and I actually had to move in to the student dormitories after my dad announced that he had to renovate our house. The room wasn't half bad either. I meant there was a decent bunk bed, two desks and our window was facing the campus clock tower. What more could I ask for?
Brad continued to be my English professor, and we still had to stay low at school. So, we didn't really talk much on campus or have lunch together like we would during the summer.
Nathan and I still hung out together, but he was still less active and talkative as usual. I figured I really needed to talk to him someday again.
Antonia was getting busier with rugby practices, and was actually training for a big rugby game that was coming up later on. She made Nathan and I promise not to miss her game, when the both of us have never missed a single game of hers.
Sitting by my desk, I stroked faster and closed my eyes, preparing myself for ejaculation.
"Uh, fuck!" I cursed, just as I heard my dorm door opening.
A boy who looked no older than me entered at the same time that I shot my load, unable to stop or control myself at all.
Not again.
"Fuck! Fuck!" I moaned, as I grabbed a tissue to contain the jizz that squirted out relentlessly.
The guy stood there with the door open, his face flushed with embarrassment as he watched me nut to gay porn.
I quickly threw on my pants and closed my laptop screen, though he had already seen the homosexual nature of the pornography.
"Um…" He scratched the back of his head. "I'm sorry, man… I didn't mean to intrude or anything… I…"
"No, it's my fault for not locking the door," I interrupted.
The guy smiled. "So… my name's Glen. Glen Russell. I'm assigned to this dorm room."
I was still embarrassed and uncomfortable, but I had to introduce myself anyway.
"I'm Ped Luca. Pleasure to meet you." I awkwardly smiled.
The air was thick with tension and uneasiness, while we stood there still unable to speak.
"Hey!" I tried to end the silence. "Which bed do you want? I don't mind either."
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As we began to chat, the atmosphere became a lot more comfortable. Glen was a pretty introverted guy who was majoring in art. Clean-shaven and young, he was a white guy who had bags under his eyes. He looked really tired for some reason, and was moderately attractive. I wouldn't call him a twink, but he sure wasn't a twunk either. He had a plain white t-shirt on with blue khaki shorts.
"Hey, Ped." He threw in a question during our conversation. "Um… you're gay, right?"
"Yeah... " I rubbed my eyes.
"Haha, don't worry. I'm not like, against LGBT people. I'm an ally." He stumbled. "I like gay guys. I mean, I'm supportive of your pride movement. But I'm straight."
"It's okay." I reassured him. "Thanks."
The tension became awkward again.
"Third year, huh?" Glen said.
"Yup," I leaned back towards the wall, now sitting on my bed.
"Same here," He replied.
"You won't mind if I bring some friends up here, will you?" I asked.
"No, I don't mind." He chuckled. "And you know, this is my first time having a roommate."
"Same here!" I exclaimed.
Glen sat next to me on the bed all of a sudden.
"Um…Ped." He stuttered. "I don't want it to sound weird, but um…"
I tilted my head in anticipation of what he had to say.
"I don't want things to become weird for us. I mean, we just met today after all." He continued. "But I'm like, how do I say this?" He looked away.
"Like I'm very open to new experiences. No homo. And I…"
I stared at him in surprise.
"Wow, the nerve of this guy… not that I'm not kind of intrigued…" I thought, already kind of knowing what he wanted to say.
Wait, why was everyone around me queer in some sort of way anyway?
Maybe except for Antonia.
"You want to," I spoke, my index finger pointing towards him and then myself.
He grinned silently, and I swore I could see sweat beading on his face.
"I shouldn't have said it…oh god." He stuttered and looked away.
To be honest, I had been in his position before. Maybe I could help this guy out in exploring his sexuality, I thought, looking at him.
"What do you wanna do with me then?" I asked, giving him a very gay stare.
Kind of surprised at my casual reaction, he replied, "Um… do you wanna put on some porn first?"