Date: Mon, 25 Apr 2011 10:30:17 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Skinny, Gay, College Room Mate, Part One" by Jay Roberts Gay College

===Take the word "college" in the title seriously.  Unless you are over 18
and of college age please do not register for this course.  It is for over
18 folks of bad character.


Here's the thing.  I couldn't get a college acceptance when I graduated
from high school, Great Neck South, Long Island.  I went the CC way and
after two years of that, I applied to Rocky Point as a soph.  It worked!
So many kids drop out that it makes room for us bottom feeders.

I couldn't get into the main branch, only accepted at South Hampton, but
who's to complain, beach, water skiing and all that good stuff.  There was
one hitch, the one dorm building was filled and as a new transferee I was
required to stay on campus.  This could be a deal breaker.

"We're filled," the fat, flutey, hand fluffing gay guy in the housing
office told me.  When he saw the sad face I put on (well practiced) he
said, "You're one of those gorgeous straight boys who drive us nuts, but if
you will accept a gay room mate there is the best dorm, just came
available.  It's like a penthouse."

Gay smay, I didn't care as long as I could score a bed (don't take that the
wrong way.)

I am handsome, why show false modesty.  I look like the typical square
jawed jock with body to match...and cock at the ready for any girls I can
separate from the flock.

The story behind the "pent house" dorm is that Drew's family paid double so
he could have a place of his own.  "I needed a sin nest to bring my panting
boys to," he said, ignoring the preposition at the end of that sentence.

"I am forced to take on another paying occupant and I guess you'll do.  I
can see you are one of those intensely straight athletes.  Oh well,
(fanning himself) I can stand it, I'll do my trade somewhere else, the
library stacks, the bookstore bathroom, or behind the pub, near the trash
cans.  But I warn you, eventually you will beg for my services."

"Don't even hold your breath.  Don't even think about it.  You're not too
good looking now, but when I do a job on your face, you can get an extra
job in "Halloween XX".

"Ooh you are so sure of yourself and so masterful.  I feel faint."

Well that whole sissy act was pretty extreme.  It was done to set the
stage.  I think Drew thought that if it didn't get me running, that there
was a chance we could manage to room together.

I held out my hand.  "Robert," I said with an economy of words.

"Oh Bobby, your hand is so firm, but a bit rough.  Want to borrow some of
my lotion?"

"I do parallel bars, that roughs up the palms," then I was sorry I told so
much.

You prob wonder what Drew looks like.  He's got a long straight nose.  The
shape is okay but it belongs on a different face.  Big ears too.  Nice blue
eyes, but it's his body that is worth noting.  He's about six foot three
(I'm a compact 5" 10").  His fingers are very long, so is his neck.  The
rest is a slim, small waisted job.

The room was neat, too neat, girly boy neat.  I will have to curb my
naturally sloppy ways.  While I was considering that, I heard Drew saying
in his, not unpleasant, alto voice, "That fuzzy whisker face.  Is it for
style, or just that you forgot to shave this week?"

I didn't answer, but I rubbed my hand over my face and decided that I would
shave in the morning.

Unpacking took only about ten minutes, I wear slides all year, have one
pair of shorts, jeans I was wearing and three tee shirts.  Everything fit
in the empty dresser and the closet now held my empty back pack.  I lay
down on the bed and put my hands behind my neck, my usual way of initialing
a nap, when I realized that Drew was standing right next to my bed.  I
jumped up thinking he was about to try to rape me.

"Relax straight boy.  I just offering you a drink to memorialize our
amalgamation."

"Thanks, I can use a drink, but can the idea of amalgamation."

It wasn't just a drink, it was sixteen year old scotch, smooth like old
brandy.  I had three, so did he.  He seemed much nicer than earlier and
intelligent and funny.  I was too, thanks to the booze.

Drew patted my cheek.  I didn't break his arm.  Actually I don't think I
had the strength.  I was tired from the trip and the on packing, well that
wasn't hard, was it?

As I was going through this soliloquy, I realized that Drew was staggering
around, setting up a hot plate, warming an omelet pan and cracking eggs.

"Mushroom and cheese okay, and strong coffee?"

See, it my roomie was straight, I would never have had such a nice offer.
And it looked like he was a really good cook.  Of course that little apron
was annoying.

I ate two of those great concoctions (he loved the word.) then I got sleepy
as hell and lay back, in my clothes, and fell asleep.


End Part One

-You think Robert will get some gay sex?  Are you kidding?  This is Nifty
Archive.