CHAPTER ONE: ORIENTATION
Wesley Bower looked around the campus, more than a little nervous. He was seeing his college campus for the first time since his visit, and now he was having second thoughts. Why did I pick a school so far from everyone I've ever known? he wondered, feeling disconsolate and alone. Well, no use having second thoughts, he decided, stretching his arms, turning to survey the people around him.
Wesley was, to put it in simple turns, hot. Every girl that walked by him had to look twice. He was wearing a pair of khaki cargo shorts, Birkenstocks, and a tight American Eagle shirt that showed off his swimmer's body.
The campus was larger than some he'd seen, but still small enough that it wasn't a bad walk from the dorm area to the auditorium where they'd be having the freshman orientation. Wes enjoyed the walk, just taking in the sight of the campus in the late summertime. It was completely different from the way it looked when he had done his college visit, in December. It was now full of green life, a line of oak trees casting shade onto the walkway he traversed.
As he walked Wes casually looked around, and noticed someone that he had never seen before (not surprised, seeing how this was his second visit to the college). The guy was tall, about 6"1, with short cut blonde hair that was stylishly spiked. He was wearing a pair of Wrangler jeans and a green polo shirt that displayed his jock body to its fullest.
Wes couldn't help but stare, but quickly stopped himself. Stop, man, he told himself firmly. This is your chance to start off normal, without anyone knowing anything about me. Especially that.
Werner Auditorium was centrally located on the campus, and it wasn't too difficult to find, even without the throng of people flocking too it. As he walked up the steps to enter the auditorium hot Wrangler jock brushed by him, sending a jolt through Wesley's body.
"Oh, sorry bout that," Wrangler said, turning to grin sheepishly. "I'm just in a hurry. I still haven't gotten my room key." He held out his hand. "I'm Devon."
Wes took his hand, hoping that his didn't tremble as they shook hands. "I'm Wesley, but you can call me Wes." He walked past Devon and entered the building, unable to resist glancing back and looking over Devon's nice butt.
"it's a great view, isn't it?" Wes jumped, startled, and a little embarrassed to be caught staring at another guy's ass. The girl he saw grinning at him was shorter than him with shoulder length hair that was fiery red, but you could tell it wasn't her natural color. "I don't blame you for admiring it." She held out her hand. "Hi, I'm Skye."
Wes shook her hand. "I'm Wes," he said.
"Well its good to meet you," Skye said brightly. "I was wondering when I would meet a homo today."
"Excuse me?" Wes raised an eyebrow, giving her an appraising look.
"Well, gay guys are the most fun to hang out with. Every other guy I've met today have either been staring at my chest—"
"Well, your breasts are very large," Wes commented.
"—or drooling at my ass."
"Once again, large." Wes grinned. "Don't worry, I won't do either of those. Unless I'm drunk, and then I have a tendency to want to feel girls up."
Skye laughed at that. "Don't we all?" She noticed Wes' shocked look. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Geez, I can tell you're going to be fun."
They made their way into the auditorium and sat down in the first empty chairs they found. Wes looked toward the stage and saw Devon making his way back from the front, clutching what was obviously a key. Once again Skye caught him staring. "he carries the possibility," she said.
Wes, obviously not following gaze her a quizzical look. "Huh?"
"He carries the possibility," Skye repeated.
"What possibility?" Wes asked, glancing toward him again.
"Of being gay, my friend." Wes couldn't help it, he burst out laughing, which Sky did not like too much. "Why are you laughing?"
"Because that's ridiculous! He definitely has that All American, frat boy, bang every girl he sees kinda look to him. There's no way he's gay."
"So you don't think any of the frat boys are gay?" Skye rolled her eyes, giving him a pitying look. "You are so naïve my friend."
Wes ignored her chiding remarks, instead his gaze followed Devon further from the stage. He passed row after row of seats . . . Until he was standing right next to the empty seat on Wes' left.
"Do you mind if I sit here?" Devon asked rubbing his hand on the back of his head in a way that was almost comical.
"No, not at all," Wes said, nodding toward the seat. Devon let out a sigh of relief and sat down. Wes took a deep breath and fixed his attention straight ahead, where the Dean of Students was just getting up to speak. Its gonna be a long meeting, Wes sighed.
As the first official orientation wrapped up Sky, Wesley and Devon stood, all three looking thoroughly confused. "Is it just me," Devon asked, "or did he sound like he was speaking with pudding in his mouth?"
"Definitely pudding," Skye agreed. "Tapioca pudding." She made a face at that, earning her a look from the guys. "What? I don't like tapioca pudding."
The three stepped out of the auditorium into the summer sun and heat.
"A long walk back to the dorms," Skye sighed.
"Well, I'm gonna drive my car." Devon paused, looking at his slip of paper. "It says Hartford Hall. I have no idea where Hartford Hall is."
"Hartford? That's the dorm I'm in," Wes said. "It's the last dorm before you see the track field, over by the athletic center."
"Oh, ok, I know where that is," Devon said brightly. "I would offer you guys a ride, but my car is filled with all of my shit. There's barely room for me to drive."
"I have no problem with walking," Wes said brightly. "it's a nice day out." He started on his way, whistling a pretty cheerful tune. Devon headed off toward the parking lot, and Skye went the opposite direction, toward her dorm.
As he walked Wes kept thinking about Devon. The way his legs looked in those jeans . . . The way his ass looked in those jeans . . . The way his arms and chest looked in that tight polo . . . Damn it, keep this up, Bower, you'll be popping a stiffy. And then that would be an uncomfortable walk to the dorm.
Wes tried to focus on other things, thinking about how he was an official college student, and how he no longer had any parents to control his every move. His parents had always been over protective and controlling, but he didn't hold that against them. Ok, he did a little, but not seriously. He understood that they simply wanted the best for him.
Although that didn't change the way they reacted to him coming out. Change subject, Wes commanded mentally, and as he did some guy came jogging up to him. He was cute, with kind of thick, wavy brown hair and the sweetest powder blue eyes. He was carrying fliers, and he handed one to Wes.
"Hi, I'm Cameron, and I'm the President of this school's chapter of the Gay Straight Student Alliance, and I just wanted to give you this flier, which lets you know a little more about us, and tells you when we usually meet, and what kind of activities we do."
"Um, thanks," Wes said, glancing at it, folding it up and putting it in his pocket. "I'll read it when I get to my dorm."
Cameron flashed him a dazzling smile. "Thanks." He waved goodbye and then jogged off, toward where a few other people were handing out fliers too. Wes let himself watch him go for a moment, before continuing on his way to his dorm.
Damn, he thought, I've only been on campus for like 4 hours and I've already met two hot guys.
*
Wes arrived at his dorm about ten minutes later, feeling kind of icky. He unlocked his door and stepped into the cool air of his room and sighed, thankful for the relief. He peeled the tight shirt off, glad to get the sticky fabric off of his skin. He used it to wipe the sweat from his chest and neck, and tossed it onto his bed.
That's when he noticed the bed on the other side of the room had things laying on it. I guess my roommate's here. He was curious to meet him, but figured it could wait until he had a nap.
At that moment the door to the bathroom opened, and Wes turned, and was greeted with a startling sight: his roommate was standing there, completely nude. Even more startling was the fact that his roommate was Devon.
*
CHAPTER TWO: MEETINGS
Devon looked up from drying his hair and his eyes widened. "What are you doing here?" He was still completely naked. In fact he seemed totally oblivious to how naked he was.
"Um, this is my dorm room," Wes answered, his mouth dry. "So I guess we're roommates."
Devon grinned. "I guess so!" He saw that Wes was still staring, and gave him a confused look. "What is it dude? You need in the shower or something?"
Wes broke his stare and nodded. "Huh? Oh, yeah, I feel disgusting. I really need a shower." He walked over to his suitcase and pulled a towel and his shower kit out. A cold shower, he thought with a tiny shudder, once again glancing at Devon's naked body. Devon had a nice athletic body, not too ripped, but not completely flabby, either. His nice pecs were topped by nickel-sized nipples, copper against his bronze tan. His chest and arms were devoid of hair, making him seem even sexier. His stomach wasn't washboard, but it was definitely defined. The only hair on his body was the trimmed bush around his cock, which was the same blonde as his head. His cock, which was completely soft, was a good 5 inches without erection, and Wes' mind reeled as he tried to decide how big it would be hard.
"Well, dude, the shower's yours," Devon said, gesturing toward the bathroom.
"Thanks," Wes croaked, entering the bathroom quickly. He pushed the door shut, and then made sure it was locked. He quickly stripped out of his shorts and boxers, releasing his own erect member. He turned the shower on, blasting the cold water. He stepped under it, gave a little squeal and stepped back out.
Movies lie . . . Cold showers didn't make me any less horny, just cold. He reached down instinctively and started tugging on his cock. It felt great. With all the stress of moving to college he hadn't been able to get himself off for about a week.
He turned the water in the shower over to warm, and stepped back in, still stroking himself. He leaned his head against the wall, settling in for a long session.
*
Wes stepped out of the shower about 45 minutes later and looked around. He was kind of disappointed that Devon wasn't in there. He pulled his shorts back on and felt something in his pocket. He reached down and pulled the flier about the Gay Straight Student Alliance. He looked it over, debating whether or not he would go. It said that their first informational meeting would be at 5:30 that evening.
He pulled his shirt on over his head and latched his watch to his wrist. He sighed and looked at the time 5:23. He was going to be late to the meeting, but that was fine. As Wes grabbed his cell phone and his room key he realized that he was looking forward to seeing Cameron. With a smile on his face, he set off to the meeting.
