Date: Mon, 28 Feb 2011 09:20:39 -0800 (PST)
From: Neo Nemo <tse_kz74@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dorm Room Part III

This story is a translation of the Russian original, with names and
vernacular made to sound as American as possible for ease of reading by an
internatonal English-speaking audience.  However, keep in mind that it's
set in Russia, and make allowances accordingly. The Russian original was
first published as a series of journal entries on a Russian gay meeting
site qguys.ru.  Please also note that English is not my native or even
first foreign langauge.


THE DORM ROOM PART 3


First Signs of Insanity

    September and the first half of October had flown by unnoticed amid
classes and homework.  I almost felt at home now in the new place, having
understood the complex and delicate web of principles, traditions, and
customs upon which hinged the great edifice of our University, residence
hall and dorm suite. For example, on a Saturday it was best to walk around
on tiptoes before at least 2 PM, lest Arthur wake up, as otherwise he would
be in a foul mood, and take my word for it, this was much worse than 4
classes in a row. I'd become friends with students in my different classes
and many other freshmen.  I'd also struck up a friendship with a very
exciting girl, Valerie was the name, who was a cute *and* intelligent
blonde.  We had even gotten to second base.

    On top of all of that, I'd become fast friends with Dennis.  Being
around him was easy and effortless; he always had a sympathetic ear, no
matter the stupidity that passed my lips at times.  He was always good for
sound advice, always telling me the truth, a trait I'd always valued.
Don't take me wrong, I was great pals with everybody else in my suite, you
could say I'd been inducted into a real family; but Dennis and I just
shared a special bond.  Morning would find us most often than not cooking
breakfast side by side; we would also go out for a walk or go out together
whenever the opportunity arose – since Dennis, aside from being a
full-time student, was also on several university teams and had a job as
well!  He would often wait for me after classes, or I for him.

    Around that time, as I stood on the sweeping grand staircase in one of
the academic buildings talking between classes with our freshman Student
Council rep - a first rate, straight as an arrow, go-getter gal – and a
couple of classmates, Dennis – who as one the most popular guys was
known to all the student body - approached me from behind and put one hand
on my shoulder, and as had become his trademark, tousled my hair with the
other. I was so startled that I leaned back and probably would have fallen
down the stairs if it hadn't been for Dennis behind me, and as gravity took
hold, I leaned back into him.  I remember thinking how warm and strong he
was, how safe I felt propped up against him.  It did puzzle me why I felt
this way, and what it all meant.  The council gal gave me a cryptic smile
and said, "You two sure look great together." I didn't really get then what
she'd alluded to.

    That, in a nutshell, was my first semester.  On weekdays it was all
blood, sweat, and toil, since homework was, as par for the course, heavy
and time-consuming – seemingly a bottomless pit. Late evenings I would
go out with Dennis, and on weekends all of us roommates tried to do
something together; if not, I asked Valerie out.

***
    It was Sunday, a very snowy, unusually chilling-to-the-bone Sunday.
Dennis had left on one of his routine business trips for his work to a
nearby city and promised to be back Monday early morning.  Arthur was in
the kitchen reading a paper – as in newspaper, as in actual hard-copy
newspaper. A computer science major reading a newsstand-bought paper, if
could believe such a thing! There was no sound coming from my and the boys'
room as I returned from a grocery run.  We'd ran out of milk and bread, and
somebody had to go and bring it home, as I'd gotten used to calling my dorm
suite quite easily.  That somebody, of course, had to be me, since as the
most junior and the newest addition to the suite I was the lowest in the
pecking order, on the totem pole, etc., and had to run to the grocery store
adjacent to campus.  It may have been a breeze to get there and back in
warm weather, but when it was -5 degrees F out, not so much.

    "I'd kill for a cup of hot tea just about now!" I moaned to
myself. Having shed the parka and boots in a flash, I made a dash for the
kitchen, put the grocery bag on the table and all but reached to turn on
the electric kettle when - oh, sweet miracle! – I took note of my
favorite mug full of steaming tea with a wedge of lemon floating in it –
just the way I like it - awaiting me on the table.  Judging from Arthur's
smiling countenance from behind the paper he must have been the culprit.

    " Thanks!"

    "Sure. Make sure to put the groceries away."

    I moved on the double to stick the milk cartons in the fridge and the
bread in the breadbin, grabbed the tea mug and headed to my room.  "I still
have two software engineering papers due on Monday," these were the
woebegone thoughts that traversed my mind as I opened the door and stepped
inside.  "Hmm, this is weird, the door's usually never closed," was the
last thought before I stumbled upon a scene that – ever so slightly –
shocked the bejesus out of me!

    Paulie and Mikey were sitting on the top bunk bed as naked as the day
there were born – but that in and of itself wouldn't have been *this*
jaw-droppingly shocking.  Mikey was sitting astride Paulie's lap, crotch to
crotch, with his head thrown back so he couldn't see me.  Paulie was
sitting halfway away from me, almost with his back to me.  Paulie was
passionately covering his friend's neck in hot hungry kisses, with one hand
on Mikey's back holding him tight, while the other – holy Moses! –
was jerking his and Mikey's dicks, squeezing them together along the whole
length.  Mikey for his part, could only make soft little whimpers, his eyes
firmly shut.

    I flew out as fast as I could straight into the kitchen, startling
Arthur in the process. Glancing at me from behind the paper, he arched his
brow in deliberately overstated surprise and put the news sheet aside.

    "What happened?"

   "I...aaa... there... aaa..."

    Arthur stood up, came up to me and put the palm of his hand on top of
my head – which, surprisingly worked as it calmed me down sufficiently
to utter a mangled, "The boys there... in the room... they were..."

    I couldn't have pronounced anything more intelligible if my life had
depended on it, but I guess I didn't need to as Arthur seemed to have
understood what had been meant. He frowned and mumbled in a tone full of
piss and vinegar, "Damn them! I told them to talk to you.  Now they've done
it!  Wait here!"

    And so I stayed in the kitchen, so nonplussed by what'd happened I
didn't even think to sit down or to try and listen in on the conversation
across the hall. It was all for the better, though, as no voices were
raised, since Arthur was not the type to do a shouting match.  No, he was
cold as steel, and just as blunt when he chose to, so after his considered
and logical verbal ass-kickings people felt worse than after actual
beatings.  And to be honest, whether there was a scandal was the last thing
on my mind as it reeled back to the image seared into it of Paulie's hand
jerking his own long, fat and veiny dick and Mikey's smaller one, with
Paulie's lovetube covering both in prodigious volumes of precum.  "Maybe it
was lube? I don't think it's possible a man can make so much pre... Or is
it? Jesus, why the hell am I thinking about that? " my thoughts made
frenzied cirlcles.

    All the signs were there that I was shell shocked, which was quite
understandable as I was from a sleepy backwater.  Stuff like that I'd never
been exposed to.  Sure I'd heard of guys who liked guys and the whole deal,
but I'd never seen them in the flesh, the fags. The word had been used when
I'd been a child, but as a routine insult or in mindless banter among guys,
nothing more.  And now this, un*believable*!

    My mental anguish was put to rest by Arthur when he came back, as usual
completely calm and self-possessed.  He took me by the shoulder, seated me
down, pushed my tea mug to me - I guess I hadn't spilled it out when I'd
dashed madly to the kitchen in panic, although how would forever remain
beyond me – and sat in front me.  He kept up the silent pause until I
couldn't take it anymore and raised my eyes from the mug at him.  Arthur
had trained his cold eyes at me, as if waiting for me to look back at him.

    "I'm sorry you had to learn about them this way.  I told them long ago
to talk to you, but I guess the geniuses must have decided to ignore my
advice, and as a result, what happened... happened.  They will come out to
apologize as soon as they've... cleaned up.  But what's more important now
is for the two of us to weigh all the pros and cons to see what we're to do
next. We – I mean Dennis and I – have nothing against their
relationship, they've been together since freshman year and are fully
committed.  We respect that, and as a matter of fact, I don't think there
are many straight couples whose love for one another is as strong as
theirs.  Now, back to you.  If you are against this kind of love, or feel
any revulsion towards it then..."

    "And you? I mean, you and Dennis, are you two also... you know, that?"

    "No, Dennis and I are straight.  And try to not interrupt me. If you
are against this kind of relationship, then at a minimum, you'll need to
move to our room.  If you think you can't have anything to do with them, I
guess the only option would be to go the RD and get you reassigned to
another suite.  Where are you on this?"

    And where was I?  Frankly, my brainpower was still not back to full
capacity, and the images that popped in my mind were one more suggestive
than the next.  "But be that as it may.  Am I against this, them? Yes, they
are together, a couple, they are – what's the word?  - gay. Am I
repulsed by it?  I guess not. Would that be something I'd be interested in?
Ditto.  They are good guys, and that's their business.  They've never tried
to hit on me, right?  Does this mean I'm staying?  I guess so.  I like the
place, the people.  So, question B settled.  Next, should I move to Dennis'
room?  Would that be the right thing to do?  That would be a sucker punch
insult, for sure.  And it would create tension. I just don't see the reason
to change bedrooms, as long as they warn me when they are... together."

    Arthur, not privy to the brainstrom inside my head, was looking at me
expectantly.  Finally, I said,"I think I'm not repu... I have nothing
against it, that's what I'm trying to say.  I just want one thing, for them
to, you know, warn me when they are together like that."

   "Good!" Arthur shifted his eyes to somewhere behind me and added, "You
got that, horny dickheads?"

    I was sitting with my back to the kitchen door and hadn't heard the two
lovebirds come in, so absorbing was the turning and churning of my mental
cogwheels.

    "Yup."

    I turned to them.  They sure had more clothes on now.  Paulie had put
on sweatpants, and Mikey - that and a T-shirt.

    "Vic, we're really sorry.  We should have told you a long time ago, but
we were afraid you wouldn't get it.  And it's been so much fun with you."

    This whole monologue was delivered by Mikey with his eyes firmly glued
to the floor, and it looked downright cute from where I sat.

    "S'okay, it's your business.  Just don't make any passes at me!  And,
Mike, you need to wipe cum off your neck."

    Arthur chuckled slightly at this, I smiled, and Mikey – finally –
lifted his eyes up to meet ours and smiled in return.  Paulie, however,
pranks being in his blood, grabbed his boyfriend by the waist and very
lewdly in one deliberate motion licked the cum off the neck of a very
red-faced Mikey.

    "They must upto eyeballs in hormones," was Arthur's recap of the
exhibitionist demonstration.

    And that was how I'd learnt the secret of Room 703. On balance, our
lives didn't change much in the aftermath, the only exception being the
boys' having no reason now to not hug and cuddle openly.  Not that they
hadn't been doing that before.  They had, but now it was overtly sexual.
This and the fact that Mikey was now sleeping not just with the teddy bear,
but with Paulie as well in the top bunk bed.  As they'd promised, the boys
never even tried to come on to me, but I guess each other was more than
either could handle. After the Big Secret Blow-off the only other time I
ever was an eyewitness to their lovemaking was when Paulie was giving head
to a Mikey stretched on the computer desk.  This time around, I –
quietly and considerately – left the room unseen.

    Dennis was unbothered by my finding out the big secret.  At first, he
shot me a hard to read quizzical look.  It passed quickly, however, and he
said that it should have been done long ago, and as it'd become a tradition
between us, gave me his patented hair-tousling.

   And what do you know, after this I started to have intimate discussion
with Mikey and Paulie a lot more often.  They even confessed that at first
the two of them had even tried to seduce Dennis, offering up anything he
might possibly want, every kink, but he stood firm, which didn't really
surprise me.