Date: Mon, 28 Dec 2015 17:41:43 +0000 (UTC)
From: Rory Dolan <rorydolan14@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Nervous Freshmen - Chapter 1

Hey guys, hope you enjoy my story. I'm not much of a writer so sorry if
it's shitty, just wanted to give it a shot. A lot of stories dive right
into it with the sex but I'm trying to develop this deeper so things will
take their time to unravel, hope that's okay.

If you want to talk or have any questions or critiques (I'd love to hear
those as well to better my writing skills) or whatever you can email me at
rorydolan14@yahoo.com :)

The Nervous Freshmen
Chapter 1

"What are you staring at?" Aaron yelled at me from across the room.

"Sorry, I was daydreaming," I replied.

	It wasn't so much daydreaming as it was me just hypnotized by this
raunchy, tattooed twink standing across from me. We were both entering
freshmen, still setting up our room. I came in first and took the bed near
the window but he rushed in after me and whined until I let him have it
instead. He even kissed me on the cheek afterwards, handing out kisses
before he even knew my name. I asked him if he needed help getting any more
bags up to the room but he already had a few guys standing outside our door
with his shit, I think one of them was a security guard. I guess I was
rooming with the top social butterfly on campus.

"You still haven't told me your name," Aaron said.

"I'm Dylan."

"Where you from, Dylan?"

"Minnesota."

"What the fuck is a Minnesota boy doing all the way down here in Florida?"

"I didn't want to go here but I'm getting a free ride. I'd be stupid not to
take it."

"Oh!" There was a slight disdain in his voice. "Are you some sort of genius
or something?"

"I don't think so," I replied. "I just got really good marks in high
school. I'm here for Biomedical Sciences."

"So you're gonna be, like, some fancy doctor?"

"More like engineer."

"Well I'm undecided and have no fucking idea what I'll do here. But if
worse comes to worse I'll just make you my sugar daddy," he said with a
devilish smile.

	I watched him twirl away and dash a never ending supply of clothes,
accessories, lube and condoms into his draws and bins hidden under his
bed. His tight, slim body contorting into all sorts of weird positions that
would have the average guy writhing in pain. His pressed, form fitting
shorts accentuating what had to be the sumptuous, round, firm ass I've seen
on any guy. Hidden under strands of his slick back pompadour I could make
out a playboy bunny tattoo behind his ear, and two green money signs under
it. They were the same green of his wandering eyes. Aaron was a short
little thing, he looked about 5'8, maybe 140 pounds give or take another
five. A tiny little ball of fire.

	I gazed into the full length mirror he set up and thought I looked
pretty good, for today at least. My dusty brown hair that was so pampered
and proper earlier was now falling over my deep blue eyes. I thought I
looked a little gaunt too, I mean, 6'3 and 180 pounds makes me underweight,
right? Every part of me was muscled and cut but eh, everyone my age works
out now. I'm nothing special, just another above average white guy but in
America there isn't any better is there?

"You're pretty handsome," Aaron said coming up behind me, "What's your
background?"

"French and Romanian. Do I look it?"

"No. I was just curious."

"Oh, well how about you, Aaron?"

"Full blooded Italian stallion."

"That makes sense!" I said, perhaps with too much excitement.

"And that means what?"

"I don't know, it's just Italian people are.. I don't know the word.
Outgoing? Feisty?"

"And Romanian people are fucking weirdos."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know what to say."

	He didn't reply. He didn't talk to me for a few hours. I would try
to initiate a conversation and he'd just shrug me off, scoff at me, or look
at me until I would do an awkward shuffle around our room. But it's not
like I had anywhere to go. The honor kids got to move in a day early and as
far as I could tell there was nobody else on our floor. It was just me and
Aaron for the day. I didn't know how I offended him because I wasn't even
able to express what I wanted to say but he wasn't afraid to let me know he
was pissed. This would happen on the very first day we met too, I've been
such a bumbling fool my entire life. Incapable of reading social cues and
knowing what the hell is going on around me. I try to speak to people and
make friends, I just don't do a good job at it.

	As the time marched towards midnight I prepared myself for bed. I
guess all I needed to get Aaron to talk to me was to put on my batman
pajamas.

"What's so funny?"

"Those fucking pajamas!" He said in stumbled breaths.

"I don't get it. They're just pajamas," I replied in honest confusion."

"It's 2015, you're in college and you're wearing some damn batman
pajamas. You don't see why it's funny?"

"I don't."

	He just kept laughing as I sat there with a blank expression on my
face, the kind that a serial killer has. But that was because I didn't get
the joke, not that I wanted to end him. I don't have the balls.

"Aw, Dylan, you don't want to be my friend?"

"I do but you keep making fun of me. I don't know how to talk to you."

"Well I'll come over and talk to you."

	Aaron made one giant leap from his bed to mine and had I been just
a few inches lower he would have done a solid land on my crotch. He slid
under the covers and dropped his head on my stomach.

"What's a nerd like you doing with such a hot body?"

"I'm just ok, it's not that hot."

"Do the girls go wild for you?"

"None that I know."

"You didn't leave any sobbing bitch back home in Minnesota?"

"The only person sobbing when I left was my mom."

"Can I ask you a question, Dylan?"

"I guess," I knew what was coming.

"Have you ever been with a girl?

"No," that wasn't the question I was expecting.

"You're a virgin?"

"Yea. I told you I don't know how to talk to people."

"Wow, a virgin. Such a rare breed of men. And a gay one at that!" he said.

"I didn't say I was gay."

"Your eyes did when you were staring at my ass this morning."

"Sorry... I've just never seen a guy with a body like yours."

"I get that a lot."

"Have you been with a lot of guys?"

"Me? Oh, I could probably start a basketball team with the guys that I was
with this year alone."

"Isn't that bad?"

"I don't think so. I always have safe sex and I get checked every few
months. I'm a huge slut no doubt but I take care of myself."

	I wasn't surprised he confessed to being a slut. This guy could
talk and flirt it up with anyone, he had the charm and wit to go up to any
guy and get what he wanted. A feature I admired and was jealous of an
intense amount. I remained a stone as his fingers danced lower and lower on
my stomach until they were right at the edge of my batman pants. He looked
up at me and I darted my eyes in the opposite direction. Another arrogant
chuckle left his mouth and he swung my arm over his back and snuggled up
closer to me.

	I could feel my cock stiffening up and pulled the cover over my
body to hide the embarrassment. The blood was rushing to my cheeks, and to
my penis, with each circle he traced on my abs. My breathing went shallow
and I tried to cover it up in coughs but Aaron probably knew all the
signals. He tugged at my pajama pants until they were loose and my cock did
a spring upwards in freedom. I looked down to see that devilish smile of
his had returned, I wanted to tell him no but I also wanted to see just how
far he could go. This was the first time anyone had ever even touched my
abs, the first time I cuddled with someone too. He slid his finger down my
penis and I twitched out of fear.

"Are you fully hard, Dylan?"

"No, I'm sorry. I was trying not to but nobody has ever touched me like
this before."

"That's nice. So, it gets bigger?"

"Yes. Again, I'm really sorry if I'm creeping you out."

	He peeled the covers back, lifted my pajamas and briefs and stared
at my cock for what was the most excruciating time of my life. He then
grabbed it and like some little girl I yelped and covered my mouth.

"Relax," he said.

	How could I relax with a fucking hand around my dick? Slowly, he
jerked me off and slowly my nervousness faded. My toes were curled and I
still couldn't breathe right but it felt fantastic to be touched by someone
else for once.

"This is the real reason you're a damn virgin."

"What do you mean?"

"It's fucking huge dude, I can't even get my hand all the way around it."

"Is that a good thing?"

"For some people yea, for some people no. But, I'm claiming this in the
name of Aaron."

	He jerked it faster and I tried my best to recoil back, to not blow
in my batman pants but the sensation was overwhelming me. My balls
tightened and I started to moan loudly as I dug my fingers into his
back. My eyes rolled back and soon enough I was blasting rope after rope. I
don't know how much I came but there were a few thick ropes of cum on my
stomach, Aaron's hand was covered and he even had some in his hair. My body
twitched and jerked and I ending up cumming again. I threw my hands over my
face and hoped this was just a shitty wet dream.

"That was hot, I don't think I've made a guy cum in less than a minute."

"Please don't tell your friends about this, or at least don't tell them it
was me. I'm really sorry."

"Dylan stop fucking apologizing for everything, Jesus. You're so annoying."

"But I just came all over the place, I even got some in your hair."

"It's in my hair too? Damn, that was already the biggest load I've ever
seen but now I'm even more impressed."

"You're the first person that's ever touched, that's why I came so fast and
so much."

"Go clean yourself up."

"Did I say the wrong thing again?"

"No, you just need to get some rest. Maybe I'll jerk you off again tomorrow
if I don't get any."