Date: Tue, 11 Nov 2003 00:12:42 -0500
From: Nick De Luca <nickdeluca79@hotmail.com>
Subject: Nick and Ryan Chapter 1

Disclaimer: This is my first contribution to the
Nifty Archives. This story involves things of a
homosexual nature.  It is based partly upon facts,
but all names and places have been completely altered
to protect the innocent.  Any coincidental
similarities to real people, events, or places are
just that - a coincidence and are not meant to be
real.  This tale includes graphic sex between men,
and you shouldn't read my story if you are under 18
or if it is illegal in your area.  If your looking
for a quick jack-off story, this is the wrong one.
I'd appreciate comments. Please send to
nickdeluca79@hotmail.com

The golden, August sun began to rise as I passed yet
another dairy farm on my way through scenic New York
State.  My three-year-old sister was fast asleep in
her car seat in the back of my truck as my parents
followed close behind in their SUV.  My long awaited
escape from suburban Long Island life was finally
here. Although I was heading towards a college I half-
heartedly wanted to attend, I was thrilled to begin a
new life more than seven hours away from both my high
school and my family.

Many people would be envious of my high school
experience.  I was admired by many people and had a
few different groups of friends. However, I couldn't
wait to leave all of that behind.  Being the starting
quarterback during my junior and senior years, I was
able to lead my high school to two championship
football titles. In the spring, I was captain of our
lacrosse team.   I graduated number seven in my class
of six hundred plus kids.  My girlfriend of three
years was the prettiest, smartest, and most friendly
cheerleader on the squad.  In my free time, I was
also the news editor of our high school newspaper.
On top of this, my family was well known and
respected in the town, with my father being a key
politician in Congress.  However, I was uneasy with
the route my life was taking.  It was time to move
away from all of this and find the person buried deep
within me.

In high school, my friends were mostly just
superficial.  I had trouble fitting into any one
group or clique, because of my involvement with so
many different groups of people.  My jock friends
never really accepted me because I cared about my
grades in school, while they only worried about
getting drunk or high the next night.  The "meathead"
mentality encompassed their lives, often terrorizing
other groups throughout the school. Classmates in my
advanced classes would rarely socialize with me,
considering me to be a jock and therefore, not worthy
of their time.  (Yeah, jocks had a terrible
reputation.)  My best friend was my girlfriend, and
we found ourselves spending a large amount of time
together alone.

Being the oldest in a large family of seven kids was
tough. Growing up, my twin brother and I fought many
battles with my parents, over issues such as curfew,
dating, getting a drivers license, etc.  It was great
having him with me to argue with my parents.  It is
not easy to win a battle against a seasoned
politician and a stubborn Italian mom.  Going away to
college had been a huge battle for me.  My parents
wanted me to stay within arms reach of them, while I
wanted to get out as fast as possible.  Don't get me
wrong - I love my parents deeply and consider them to
be the best people I know, but we all need a break!

My twin brother disappeared at the beginning of our
junior year in school.  We were at a party after a
football game, and his girlfriend wanted to leave
early.  We just received our driver's licenses, so I
gave him the keys to the Jeep I just bought a month
earlier.  He said he would be back after he dropped
her off, but I never saw him again.  No traces of him
or the truck were ever found, and both the police and
my family were baffled as to where he went or what
happened to him.  My family was really devastated by
his disappearance.  Being the person that had known
him the best, there was no logical explanation for
his disappearance.  I was hurt and upset, since he
was my best friend and we had shared our entire lives
together.  A part of me died when he didn't come
home.

I became even more reclusive after Joey's
disappearance.  I felt like I had lost a part of
myself too.  My friends and classmates didn't know
what to say to me or how to approach me when I saw
them, so most just simply stopped talking to me
altogether.  I couldn't wait to leave this life
behind.  My girlfriend was my only refuge from this
point on, so we spent all of our time together.

My sister began to stir in the back seat of my truck.
We had drove for five hours without stopping, so it
was about time to stop for a bathroom break and some
food.  It was 9:30, so I would be at my new home by
noon.  I pulled into the first restaurant I saw,
which happened to be a fast food establishment.
Jumping out of my truck, I was excited and full of
life for the first time in weeks.  My parents and
youngest brother came over to me as I took my sister
out of her seat.  Again, they expressed their concern
with me living so far away from them.  We went
through this many millions of times in the past four
months, but I would not let them spoil this day for
me.  We ate as quickly as possible, which was
actually quite slow, since we were traveling with
both a three and four year old.  As soon as the last
bit of food was wiped from Drew's face, I rushed my
family back into the trucks and we again went off on
our way.

Driving through the gated entry to the school, I
quickly weaved my way through the swarms of cars and
people, as I led myself to Mohawk Hall, the largest
of the freshman dorms.  It was important to my father
for me to attend a public college, and this was the
best one in the state.  He held a vested interest in
public education, and wanted to ensure that we
utilized it whenever possible.  I wanted to go to
school in a city, like Boston, but instead, I was
living in the most rural environment known to man.

The college was about 45 minutes from the nearest
mall and any signs of civilization.  The town that
the college was in had a higher population of cows
then it did people.  Freshman were permitted to bring
their cars to school, so I brought my old Jeep with
me.  I was quite surprised that it actually made the
trip, since it was fourteen years old and had over
250,000 miles on it. Nevertheless, I bought it with
my own hard-earned money, from the many winter nights
and summer days I spent working, having a job since I
was 14.  I spent most of my savings on my first
truck, a much newer Jeep, but that one disappeared
with my brother.  This "new" used Jeep was mine,
through and through, although I was starting college
virtually broke.

In mid-July, I received the name and phone number of
my new college roommate, and called him to introduce
myself and get to know him better.  His name was Ryan
and he was from a very small town in Northern New
York State, a town even smaller than the one this
college was located in.  We talked for a few minutes,
discussing what each other was going to bring to our
dorm room. It turned out that I was bringing the
majority of the big stuff, like the television, the
computer, and the ever-important hotpot. I did not
mind, since I had all of this stuff sitting in my
room anyway.  Talking to him for five minutes, he
seemed like a nice enough guy, yet I barely knew
anything about him.

Stepping into the lobby of Mohawk Hall, I waited on
line for a half hour as the RA's passed out all of
the absurd "introduction to college life" material.
I obnoxiously laughed at the pamphlets entitled "Stay
Away from SEX!" and "Drinking and Drugs are the works
of the DEVIL!"  Was this some kind of joke?  What was
next - crazy Christian fundamentalists preaching door-
to-door?  After unexciting banter with two RA's, they
finally gave me a room key and I was off to find my
new room with my family in tow.  I was living in room
403 West, which was located on the fourth floor at
the top of the building.

Stepping foot onto the floor, the scene was chaotic.
People were dashing all around as students and
parents were moving large and small items this way
and that.  The main hallway was shaped like an "L",
with a small corridor branching off from the main
section.  Five rooms occupied this small, semi-
private corridor. Being away from the beaten path,
this section was the most secluded spot on the floor.
It soon became apparent that this was where my room
was going to be located.  Dodging past a slowmoving
family, I proceeded towards the end of the hallway
and turned right.  I almost walked directly into a
group of students that were congregating near an open
doorway.  I quickly realized that this open doorway
was my new room.  Loud music was bellowing out of the
doorway, as the bass shook the floor and people
crowded to get in and out.  I turned to look at my
parents, and saw the look of concern on their face
before I began to push my way inside.

The scene before me and my family was appalling.  A
bong was lying vacant in the center of the room, as a
half-empty plastic bottle of vodka was lying on the
floor, surrounded by discarded plastic cups.  How
could this be happening on freshman move-in day?  It
was only noon and already the party was in full
effect.in my new room!  (Actually, it was the perfect
time for people to be partying, since all of the RA's
were in the lobby checking students in.  Bad planning
on their part!)  I noticed a bunch of girls and a few
guys clustered into the corner of the room, but I
couldn't see too much of what was going on.

With my family at the doorway, I walked toward the
crowd to see what everyone was staring at.  As I got
closer, I noticed a goodlooking guy kneeling at the
center of the circle.  He held up an orange funnel as
he was filling it with a can of beer, getting ready
to pound it.  His shirt was off, revealing his well-
built chest and washboard stomach.  One of his
nipples had a barbell piercing through it.  A small
happy trail split that perfect stomach in two, as it
disappeared beyond the band of his boxers. His boxers
were prominently sticking out of his shorts.  His
sparkling green eyes perfectly complemented his short
brown hair. Except for more muscle definition on his
body, we looked a lot alike.  We could probably even
pass as brothers.  Making eye contact with me, he
noticed that I was standing there, with a bag over
one shoulder and an armful of pamphlets and handouts
about immorality and sex.  He must have realized that
I was his roommate at once, and handed the funnel off
to someone nearby.  I started to walk away, pissed
about what was going on in our room. It wasn't really
because of the party, but I was thinking about what I
was going to say to my parents, who were still
standing there, speechless, watching everything with
their mouths' wide open.

Avoiding as many people as possible, I made it to the
doorway unscathed, to tell my parents to meet me at
my truck.  They looked as if they wanted to argue
with me, but I think the look on my face told them
exactly what I was feeling at that moment.
They pushed passed the people once more, and made
their way towards the stairs.

"Are you Nick?"  I heard him say from behind me as I
was watching my family walk down the hall.

Telling myself to be civil with him, I faced him and
said "Hey, you must be Ryan, nice to meet you bro."
I did it - I controlled my anger towards him as I
greeted him.  A few small beads of sweat were forming
on his forehead, as he appeared to be nervous when
talking to me.  He even had trouble keeping eye
contact with me, as I saw him trying to muster up an
apology.

"Er, sorry about all of this, buddy, I ah, didn't
expect things to get this crazy in here.  People just
kept coming in, so I ah, decided to have a little
fun."  It was hard staying angry with him when he
seemed to be so sincere with his apology.  He was
even squirming around, looking immensely uneasy.  In
addition, something about this guy attracted me.

"I don't mind, but I think my parents will definitely
have something to say about it.  They took one look
at everything in here and are probably turning the
trucks around already to bring me back home."

"Oh shit, sorry about that.  I didn't mean to cause
you problems already."  Again, he was making it hard
for me to stay angry! "Let me throw on a shirt and
help you bring in your stuff."  We could definitely
use the help, since in reality, it was only my dad
and I bringing all of the stuff in.  My mom would be
busy entertaining the two kids.

"Sure bro, come on down.  We could really use the
help".  Now, what was I going to say to my parents?

We walked down the stairs in silence as I was
thinking of different ways to deal with my parents.
I could tell that Ryan still felt very uneasy with
me, but I wasn't going to smooth things over with him
just yet.  Getting closer and closer, I could see
them standing there leaning against their truck with
their arms crossed and pissed-off looks on their
faces.  I decided that my best mode of attack was to
ignore them and just act as if nothing had happened.

"Wow, your parents drive a fuckin' Escalade? Nice
fuckin' truck!" Ryan exclaimed as we were approaching
my parents, loud enough for everyone, including my
young brother and sister, to hear.  He was not
helping the situation at all as mom scrambled to
cover Ally's ears.

"Mom, Dad, Drew, Ally, this is Ryan.  Ryan, this is
my family. Ryan's going to help us move my stuff in."
I said as he stuck out his hand to shake my dad's
hand.  Dad only half-heartedly shook his hand as mom
called me over to speak with her privately.  She told
me how they had already discussed that I would not be
attending this college, and that my father would
arrange to have me enrolled in the local private
university 20 minutes from their house.  I did not
even apply to that school, since it was too close to
their house.  It was funny how only a few months
before, they thought it was important for me to
attend a public college. Their minds changed so
quickly.

"No way - I'm staying here.  I am mature enough to
make my own decisions, and you already know that I am
responsible.  I've already proved that many times in
the past few years.  If I hate this college after the
first semester, I will transfer somewhere
else.  But I'll be fine here right now."  My mom came
back with a guilt trip concerning my twin.

"We already lost one son, and will never again lose
another one." My mother and father were the best
parents, and excellent people, but when it came to
the safety of their family, they were very stubborn
and overbearing.

With that, I stopped talking to my mom and called
Ryan over to my truck to help me unload the stuff
packed into it.  I ended the conversation with my
parents by ignoring them, leaving them agitated and
unsure of what to do.

"Wow, you have the same Jeep I do, but my grandma
wouldn't let me bring mine to school.  They didn't
think it would make the trip."

"Yeah, my twelve year old CJ with 250,000 miles was
still somehow trudging along without needing any
major repairs."

I gave him a bag of clothes to carry up as I reached
back for my stereo.  My mom came rushing over to me,
yelling, as all good Italian moms do.  She was
telling me to get into the truck, as I obviously
wouldn't be attending this college.  My dad went to
her side to calm her down, but it wasn't working
well.  I put my stuff down and walked over to her,
trying once again to convince her of my
responsibility and safety.  There was no way I was
leaving this soon.

"I'm 18 now, and very responsible.  You know that I
wouldn't put myself into any situation that I
shouldn't be involved in.  I've already proved that
so many times, and you know it.  I won't let my
grades slip, because I worked too hard to get to this
point in my life.  I've been around the drinking and
the drugs throughout high school and look how I
turned out.  You know that I've already seen all of
this and chose to take a different route with my
life."

"But if anything happened to you, I don't know what I
would do.
I couldn't bear to lose another child."

"Believe me Mom, I've been waiting to go to college
for years now.  I don't know what happened to Joey
anymore than you do, but I will be safe.  I am stuck
here in the middle of nowhere, in a town where crime
is nonexistent.  How dangerous can it be living in a
town with only one traffic light?  I probably have a
better chance of getting run over by a cow then by
having anything else happen to me!"

To this, my Mom couldn't help but laugh.  I think she
was beginning to see things more clearly.  The
disappearance of my brother had a dramatic affect on
her life, even more so than I think she chose to see.
She finally agreed to let me try out the college and
hugged me tight before saying that if anything
happened to me, she would kill me!  Just like my Mom
to say something like that.

It took about an hour to move all of my stuff into
the room.  It was not easy climbing three flights of
stairs to the fourth floor with armfuls of crap.  My
t-shirt and boxers clung to my body as I was drenched
in sweat from the move on this hot August day.

The crowds of people had finally dispersed from my
room as we were moving the last of my stuff in.  I
took the empty bed next to the window in our large
bedroom.  A few random potato chips were crushed on
the bare mattress, reminding me of just what the
scene had been a few hours ago.

The room was huge compared to most college dorm
rooms.  We had two huge closets, two desks, two
dressers, and two twin beds.the normal industrial
dorm furniture.  My parents decided to stay in a
local hotel room for the night, instead of taking the
seven hour ride back to Long Island.  My grandmother
was watching my other four siblings back on Long
Island.  (Yeah, my family is huge.)  I kissed the
family goodbye as they retired to their room to
freshen up before dinner.  I sat down on my bed to
think about everything I already experienced.  After
laying there for five minutes, Ryan spoke up.

"I'm going to take a shower bro.  I'm sweating like a
fuckin' pig after moving that stuff in.  You packed
more stuff than a fuckin' girl!"  As Ryan said this,
he began stripping out of his clothes and getting his
shower stuff ready.

"Fuck you bro, I had to make up for the lack of stuff
your sorry ass brought!"

"Ouch, that's harsh dude."

"I think I'll join you though for a shower, I feel
nasty too."  I began rummaging through boxes to look
for my shower stuff and clothes.  I tried to make
casual, inconspicuous glances towards him as he was
undressing.  Man, was he hot.  His body was perfectly
proportioned.  He looked a lot like myself actually,
but he definitely spent more time at the gym, as was
shown from his perfect chest and huge biceps.

"I am really sorry about what happened with your
parents today.
I didn't mean to have a party in our room already,
and it was inconsiderate of me to do this without
even meeting you first.  I hope you're not too angry
with me for what happened."

"I have to admit, I was really pissed at first, but I
know that things happen.  I was really only mad
because I had to deal with my parents reactions to
what was going on.  It's cool bro, don't worry about
it."

"Good, I didn't want to start off on a bad foot
already.  I wanted you to get to know me before I
pissed you off.  Let's go shower."

"You jackass!"  I said as I laughed at him.  At least
he had a sense of humor.  We walked out of our room
with shorts on and towels across our shoulders.  All
of the dorms in the college were coed, and there were
about fifty people per floor.  There was one bathroom
for every ten people, so Ryan and I shared the
bathroom with four other rooms of guys.  Each
bathroom had three sinks, three toilet stalls, and
three shower stalls.  The shower stalls had walls in
between each of them, but they shared a common
drying/changing area.  It was too small within the
stalls to move, much less change into clothes.  I
spent many hours in locker rooms growing up, having
played many different sports.  I was no stranger to
being naked in front of other people, having done so
since I started high school.  Ryan didn't seem to
mind the shower set up either as we both stripped off
our clothes and entered our shower stalls.

My mind drifted to thoughts of Beth, my girlfriend of
three years.  She, too, was moving into her college
today.  The problem was that she was attending a
prestigious university in Chicago, which was a good
six hundred miles away from me.  We became even
closer after my brother disappeared, spending
everyday together. As much as I didn't fit the normal
jock mold, Beth wasn't your typical head cheerleader.
She was both pretty and very
intelligent.  She was our class salutatorian,
graduating number two in our class.  In addition, we
had so much in common with each other, that it was
almost scary.  Our families became great friends, and
everyone thought that we would get married before
college started.  However, we had different plans.
We were going to wait four extra years, until each of
us graduated from our undergrad schools.  She was
planning to become a doctor, while I was planning on
a less lucrative but equally rewarding career in
education.  She was all set to go to Syracuse
University, (which was a mere two hours from my
college) but when she received a full scholarship
from her university in Chicago, her plans changed.  I
was really happy for her but sad to see her move so
far away.  We weren't planning to see each other for
at least a month, when I was going to visit her in
Chicago.  That would be the longest time we had spent
apart in the past three years.

Our sex life was great.  We started having sex during
our senior year, on our third anniversary.  Since
that time, we have been having sex everyday,
sometimes more than once.  We completed each other
well, with her being my soulmate.  I couldn't imagine
life without her.  I felt empty without her nearby.

"Quit jackin' off in there and finish up!"  Ryan
yelled through my shower curtain as he began to hit
it.  I laughed as I turned off my shower and headed
out into the changing area.  This kid could be crude,
but was funny too.  I guess I was getting hard
thinking about Beth, looking down to my semi-hard
dick.

"Sorry, I was thinking about my girlfriend.  She's
moving into her dorm right now too and I was just
wondering how she was doing."

"Great, now I'm going to have a horny, lovesick,
depressed roommate on my hands." he said as he
quickly glanced down at my crotch and looked back up
at me.

"And you will love every minute of it, won't you?" I
said back to him as I finished drying off and getting
dressed, before heading back to our room.  He
playfully punched me on the shoulder as he followed
me back.

Glancing at him while he was getting dressed, I had
to admit that this kid was really hot.  I considered
myself straight and loved having sex with Beth, but
there was just something about Ryan. Furthermore, I
could tell that he was a good guy, even though we had
started off on the wrong foot.  I was glad to have
him as my roommate, even though I knew nothing at all
about him.

Once we got back to the room, we both just laid there
on our beds.  I decided that this was a good time to
get to know him a little better.

"You play any sports?"  I said to him.

"Yeah, I played lacrosse back in high school and am
planning to play here too.  I also wrestle in the
winter, but probably won't do that anymore."

"Nice bro, I play lacrosse too and will play here as
well.  I also played football for years."

I began to get nervous, since most of my jock friends
from high school were assholes, interested only in
getting drunk or laid, and in terrorizing other
people that they thought were below them.  I hoped
that he wouldn't turn out that way too.

"Academics are the most important thing for me here
though.  I really want to do well in school."  I told
him this hoping that I would make it clear early on
that my grades were important to me and that I would
not allow a party to go on in our room every night.

"Don't worry about that.  I have to keep a 3.5 GPA in
order to keep receiving the scholarship I currently
get.  I was the valedictorian of my class, so I am
used to working hard to get good grades.  Without
that scholarship, I cannot continue to attend
college."  Ryan completely shocked me by telling me
this. I had him pegged as being the same type of dumb
jock I had been used to having on my teams in the
past.  I was overjoyed to hear that he cared about
school too.

We went on to talk about our lives.  He told me that
he was an only child who was raised by his
grandmother.  His mom and dad had him when they were
still in high school, so they couldn't raise him.
His mom ran off to California right after graduation,
leaving him with grandma.  They lived in a trailer in
a small rural town near the Canadian border.  He told
me that he was a rough kid while growing up.  He got
into many fights because of his background, with him
being kicked out of school as early as third grade.
When he got into middle school, he worked hard to get
good grades and also played sports competitively.  He
found that it was a good way to release his
aggression.  In high school, he continued to work
hard and began working out everyday in the gym to get
even bigger.  Nobody messed with him in high school.
We both were history majors as well, hoping to be
accepted in the education program the following year.
He had never been in a serious relationship, and was
looking to hook up with "lots of hot girls" here on
campus.

I was a little embarrassed to tell him about my
family background.  My father had been representing
our state in Congress for almost ten years.  He was
one of the youngest members in the House when he
began serving, and was still rather young today.  His
name was well known in our state, as it was around
the country.  I decided to only tell Ryan that my dad
was in politics, and wait for him to make the
discovery of his actual title on his own.  I told him
how I came from a large family, and had an identical
twin brother.

"Does he go to school here too?" he asked me.  I
began to tell him the story of how he disappeared
just a few years ago and that we hadn't seen him
since.  This obviously ruined the mood in the room
for a little while.  It was almost five o'clock and
we had been talking for close to two hours.  I was
meeting my family at a local restaurant at 5:30 for
dinner.  I invited Ryan along, hoping that my parents
would begin to like him more.  After reluctantly
accepting my invitation (with my vigilant prodding)
we hopped into my Jeep and headed into the tiny town
for dinner. My family was already waiting at the door
when we got there five minutes late.  They didn't
seem too pleased with me for bringing Ryan along.  I
spent the night smoothing things over with them, and
by the end, they seemed to accept Ryan as one of the
family. I was really glad that we were able to work
things out.  While we were eating, two people
recognized my father and walked up to him to
introduce themselves.  Ryan thought that this was
strange and began to ask questions, but I just kicked
him under the table and gave him a look.  I think he
got the hint.  However, moments later another person
appeared and asked to take a picture with my dad.  He
reluctantly agreed, and the person quickly snapped
the picture and left.  Ryan had a strange look on his
face.

After finishing dinner, my mom surprised me by
hugging Ryan
goodbye and telling me that they would see me in the
morning before they left.  As soon as they drove off,
Ryan unexpectedly punched me hard on the shoulder,
knocking me off balance.  He told me that it was for
the kick I gave him, then continued to ask me about
my dad.  I told him that he was a well-known
politician and that people sometimes recognized him
when we were out.  In reality, people always
recognized him.  It became rather annoying to have
people staring at you while you ate or while you
shopped.  My dad was just a normal guy.  He couldn't
have been a better father in my eyes, and I
considered us to be a normal family.

After being quiet for a few minutes, Ryan yelled out
"Your dad is fuckin' Representative John De Luca!  I
remember hearing all about your family on tv a few
years ago when your brother disappeared.  I'm rooming
with a fuckin' Congressman's son!"

What can you say in response to that?  I always tried
to be humble about my family's position, but it was
difficult to deal with when people recognized my dad.
People always judged me differently because of my
dad's background, and I was expected to be the model
son in the public's eye.  My parents never said
anything to me about disgracing the family.  They
didn't care about things like that.  They cared only
that we were healthy and happy.  My dad's response
was always the same.  "Just let them think what they
want to think.  We know the real truth here."  I
stayed quiet while driving back to school with Ryan
in the passenger seat of my truck.  He definitely
sensed my uneasiness with the situation.

"I'm sorry bro, I didn't mean to act like that.  I've
never been around anyone that was famous before."

I tried to act as if it was nothing, but I guess I
wasn't too convincing.  I told Ryan how I wished that
my dad had a normal job and that we lived a normal
life.  I despised always being in the public eye.  He
thought that it was the coolest thing in the world,
but it was one of the main reasons why I decided to
move so far away from home.

It was after eight when we returned from dinner and
Ryan was getting ready to go to a party.  I planned
to stay in and call my girlfriend that night, since I
had been up since three that morning.  It had been a
long, stressful day for me.  Ryan tried to get me to
go to the frat party, but I just couldn't make it.
I was too exhausted.  He reluctantly left without me,
talking about how he couldn't wait to get lit that
night.  I couldn't wait to talk to Beth and get to
bed.  I missed her immensely already.  I grabbed my
phone and jumped down into my bed as I began to dial
her number.  After many rings, she picked up her cell
phone.  The noise in the background suggested to me
that she was at a party or a bar.  Barely being able
to hear each other, we both said I love you and
decided that we would talk in the morning.  I went to
sleep depressed that I couldn't hear about her move
and about her new life half-way across the country.

Looking at my alarm all blurry-eyed, it seemed to say
that it was 4:30AM, but why was I awake?   I then
heard what sounded like someone stumbling into our
room and looked over at Ryan's bed.
It must be him.  He finally made it into the room but
tripped on something and went flying across the floor.
I couldn't help but laugh at him.  He was laying on
the floor beside my bed complaining that he hurt
himself.  I jumped out of bed, helped
him up, and lead him over to his own bed.  He was
completely shitfaced.  I could smell the booze
emanating from his body as he slurred all of his
words.  I don't really know how he made it
back to our room.  He sat there for a few minutes
while I went to get him a glass of water.  When I got
back, he was trying to get undressed, but with little
success.

"I think I need to puke RIGHT NOW!"  he said as he
jumped up and rushed into his closet.  Too bad that
he was trying to get to the bathroom and couldn't
understand how his closet got in his way. Seeing that
he was in no condition to walk to the bathroom by
himself, I opened the door and half-followed, half-
carried him to the bathroom.  He rushed for an open
toilet stall just as his insides began to explode out
from his mouth.  I waited for him to finish puking
and led him into the shower right away.  He puked all
over himself, so he was an utter mess.  I quickly
took off his shirt and shoes and told him to finish
undressing.
Struggling with his own belt buckle, I finished
undressing him, taking off his pants and boxers as
well.  This was the first time I saw his naked body
up close.  Earlier in the shower, I only caught
glances of his while he was drying off.  Now I was
sitting here with his dick dangling right in front of
my face.  He was apologizing the entire time for the
mess he had made.

"You must think that I am a horrible roommate and a
complete dick.  Look at everything I've done to you
after only a day.  I won't be mad if you want to move
out."

"Really, I don't care about this.  I'm your roommate,
and it's my job to take care of ya even when you act
like a drunken asshole!" He laughed as I said this,
as he steadied himself against the wall.  I told him
that I would go get his showering stuff from our room
and come right back.  After rummaging through his
stuff in our room, I found his towel and soap, and
went right back to the bathroom.  I found him sitting
on the floor of the shower stall, sleeping.  I was
only gone for a few minutes and he had already passed
out.  I turned off the water and shook him to get him
up.  At about the same, one of the guys from my hall
came in to use the bathroom.  He laughed when he saw
my roommate passed out naked in the tiny shower
stall.

"You should have seen this guy at the party.  He was
funneling and doing keg stands like you wouldn't
believe.  It was like his body was a bottomless pit.
He was such a mess when we left.  My roommate and I
had to carry him home for a good part of the way."

"Thanks bro.  By the way, I'm Nick, Ryan's roommate."
I said to him as I extended my hand.  "Ah, Ryan told
us about you.  Kyle here, and my roommate is Alex.
We live right next door to you. What are you going to
do with him?"  Kyle said as he pointed to Ryan.

"I'm going to try to get him back to his bed."

"Let me take a piss and then I'll give you a hand
carrying him back."

With that, I tried to wake him up, but it was no use.
I dried off his head quickly and wrapped the towel
around his waist as best as I could.  Kyle came back
at this point and helped me lift him up.  Together,
we carried him back to our room and left him on his
bed, lying on his side.  I took a garbage pail and
left it near his bed incase he needed to puke more
that night.  Kyle said goodnight and went back to his
room.  By now Ryan's towel was hanging off of his
body and onto the floor.  His naked, hot body was
lying there motionless.  He looked like he could be a
model, with his well-defined muscles glistening with
the water drops from the shower.  I felt my dick
begin to rise as I continued to stare at his body.
This had never happened to me before.  Why
was I getting hard from looking at a guy, and why
couldn't I stop staring?  I was straight and enjoyed
having sex with my girl. Guys had never made me
excited before this, and I had been around many naked
guys.

I got harder and harder as I looked over his body
more carefully. I found myself to be intrigued by the
huge male member hanging from between his legs.  He
had the right amount of pubic hair around his dick,
framing his massive balls and impressive cock. He
appeared to be semi-hard, and already he looked to be
around 7" uncut.  I followed the path of hair as it
continued under his balls and around to the back of
his ass.  What was I doing?  Why was I so intrigued
by his body and why did I have a raging hard on?  I
quickly covered his body with his blanket and went
back to bed.

Laying there my bed, I couldn't get the picture of
his body out of my mind.  My cock was as hard as a
rock and it wasn't going down easily.  I decided to
jerk off quickly so I could get back to bed.  I
quietly lookd for old pair of boxers to jerk off into
as I slowly reached down to fondle my balls.  It
wouldn't take long for me to shoot a huge load
tonight.  One hand went to work by gently stroking my
own engorged member while my other hand began to
explore my body, softly tracing my dime-sized
nipples, while lightly pinching them.  From there, my
hand reached under my arms to feel the soft tuft of
hair sticking out from under my arms.  Before long, I
felt my body tensing as warm, sticky, white cum shot
out of my dick with great force, and landed right
next to my head.  I quickly used the old pair of
boxers to clean up my mess.  It was one of my most
powerful orgasms ever!  Throughout it all, I was
thinking about Ryan's body and what it would feel
like to go exploring on him.  I was very satisfied at
that moment.  After recovering, I quickly cleaned up
and stuffed the old pair of cum-filled boxers under
my bed.  I drifted off to sleep, very happy and
satisfied with myself.

The phone rang loudly and promptly at 7AM.  I knew it
was going to be my parents.  They were early birds,
and I suspected that they had already been up for a
few hours.  They told me to meet them at 7:30 at a
local restaurant for breakfast, before they headed on
back to Long Island.  My father had to be back in DC
in two days, so they were anxious to get back home
and spend more time together.

Ryan just kept moaning and saying something about the
phone ringing.  I ignored him, since I couldn't
understand a word that he was saying.  He was still
partially comatose.  I jumped into the shower quickly
to get ready to meet my parents.  When I got back
into the room, Ryan was lying naked on his stomach
with his ass up in the air.  My cock immediately
sprang to life as I saw his sweet ass looking so
vulnerable.  His ass was spread slightly, revealing a
small trail of hair covering his crack. Again, what
was I thinking?  I was straight, damn it!

The hall was motionless, as most everyone was still
asleep.  I seemed to be the only insane person awake
on my floor.  I made it to the restaurant about five
minutes late (again) and sat down with my parents to
eat a good breakfast.  It was now Saturday morning,
and I had only a few days left before school started.
Today was the day that the rest of the campus moved
in.  Freshman moved in a day earlier.  My parents
were surprised that Ryan didn't join me, but I told
them that he wasn't much of a morning person.  We ate
a good breakfast and chatted a bit about what classes
I was enrolled in and my plans for the upcoming year.

My parents kept saying how proud they were of me, and
that they couldn't wait for me to come home again to
visit.  They made me promise to come back home at the
beginning of October.  I agreed that I would, as long
as I didn't have too much work to do.
After cleaning up the kids' faces and paying the
bill, we headed out to the parking lot.  My mom was
visibly upset with the idea of leaving me there.  She
had understandably been this way since Joey had
disappeared.  I grabbed the two little ones in my
arms and hugged and kissed them tight.

"But why do you have to stay here Nick?"  Drew and
Ally both said in unison.  Ally threw her arms around
my neck and said that she wouldn't let me go.

"I'll be home real soon, and I will call you on the
phone in a few days.  I may even bring you each a
surprise during my next visit home!"  They seemed to
like my answer, and let go of me.  I put Ally back
into her car seat, as Drew climbed up into his own
car seat in the Escalade.

Next, I had to say goodbye to my parents.  I knew
this wouldn't be easy.  My mom was crying as she
hugged me tightly and told me to take care of myself.
Dad joined the hug and he too wished me good luck and
told me to call them soon.  After about a minute, dad
pried mom off from my neck and led her into the
truck.  I wished them a safe trip back.  Mom called
me over to her window and gave me an envelope.

"Open this once we leave.  I had some thoughts I
wanted to share with you, but I knew I couldn't get
them out without crying."

I waved goodbye as their truck slowly moved out of
the parking lot.  I walked back to my Jeep and opened
the envelope to find both a letter and a fifty-dollar
bill.  Her letter said:

     Nick,
     We are both so proud of everything you
     accomplished.  It is almost impossible for me to
     leave you here by yourself, so far from home.  I
     know you will do really well here though. It is
     a beautiful place to live.  I am sorry for the
     way we acted this weekend with you.  Your father
     and I will always trust you on anything you do.
     We know that you are grown up now, and it is so
     hard for me to let go of you.  I guess I still
     have trouble dealing with your brother not being
     around anymore.  I already lost one child, and
     don't want something to happen to another one.
     If you need ANYTHING, you better call me right
     away.  I love you more than you could ever know.
     Take good care of yourself (and Ryan too...it
     seems like he will need it!)
                                        With Love,
                                        Mom

A tear came to my eye as I thought about my mother
and everything she had went though in the last few
years.  She was an amazing woman.  Not only was she a
great mom to eight kids in all, she was also a
writer, having a small office built in the basement
of our house.  As a family, we would all take care of
the kids.

When she had some free time, she would go down into
her office and work on one of her latest books.
Almost all of her work was a huge hit on the literary
scene.  Her novels frequently appeared on the
bestsellers' list of the major newspapers.

I started back to campus before I realized that I
should pick up a few things at the grocery store.  I
walked into the crowded store and quickly picked up a
bottle of Tylenol, some crackers, and a new tooth
brush.  I knew that I would forget something when I
moved here!  I drove back through the crowded campus
as the upperclassmen were moving their stuff into the
dorms.  I thought yesterday was bad, but the campus
was even more packed today. Luckily, freshman lived
in their own dorms, so we wouldn't have too much
chaos in Mohawk Hall today.  I was planning to get to
the bookstore early to pick up my books before the
crowds came in.  I walked into my room at around
9:30.  Ryan must have heard me enter the room,
because he looked up at me and just grunted.

"How are you feeling this morning" I said to him,
even though I already knew his answer.  Again, he
just grunted as I walked over to our fridge and
filled a glass with water from our Brita.  I then
opened the new bottle of Tylenol and put two next to
his bed.  I told him to take the Tylenol and drink
the water.  He slowly sat up and took them down,
complaining that the room was still spinning.  I
noticed that he had since covered himself with his
blanket, so he was not exposed for everyone to see.

"Get your lazy ass out of bed.  We need to get our
books." I said to him as I gently pushed his shoulder
and tugged at his blanket.

"Five more minutes" he said to me as he rolled back
over in bed.

"Five more minutes will turn into two more hours, and
by then, the book line will be even longer.  Do I
have to carry your sorry ass into the bathroom again
to throw you into the shower?"

"What happened to me last night.  I feel like shit.
Parts of the night are a complete blur," he said to
me as I started to unpack more of my stuff.

"You stumbled home early this morning with the help
of Kyle and Alex from next door.  They tell me that
you are quite the partier.  You stumbled into the
room, tripped, and went flying across the room,
landing next to my bed.  Then you needed to puke, so
I helped carry you into the bathroom.  You puked all
over yourself, so I threw you into the shower to
clean up.  You passed out in the shower, and both
Kyle and I had to carry you back into our room.  We
left you here in your bed to recover. That about sums
up it all up."

"Sorry bro, I didn't mean for you to take care of me.
I'm really sorry about getting so sloppy.  I really
appreciate this."

"I told you last night to forget about it.  I am your
roommate it's our job to take care of each other.
But now, get your ass out of bed and let's get to the
bookstore."

Pulling the covers off himself, Ryan realized that he
was naked and was sporting some morning wood.  I
turned around to give him some privacy as he was
reaching for the towel to cover himself up.  I just
laughed at him, as he sat there confused about the
night before and embarrassed about his hard dick.  He
eventually made it into the shower and came back into
the room looking refreshed.  The Tylenol must be
working, I thought to myself.

"Hurry up bro, let's get down there.  Make sure you
bring your schedule with you."  Ryan finished
dressing rather quietly and was ready within a few
minutes.  He was wearing a white tank top with a pair
of light blue lacrosse shorts.  He threw on his hat
and was ready to go in minutes.

"I'm starving, do we have time to stop at the dining
hall?"  I told him that the hall had already closed
for breakfast, but would reopen at noon for lunch.
We still had two more hours
before we could get food.  I tossed him the box of
crackers I had just bought and told him to eat these
until lunch.

"Thanks bro, I owe ya again!" he said as he threw his
arm around my shoulder and embraced me.  I felt
really safe within his massive arms and didn't say
anything more.  This was going to be one very
interesting year!

To be continued.

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