The month of December in central Maine is fucking cold. Let there be no mistake about that. As Logan Temple walked briskly back to his dorm one afternoon not only could he see his breath, but it turned into tiny ice droplets before evaporating, while each intake of oxygen through his nose burned his nostrils. It was the first time this boy from California wondered why the hell he had chosen to go to college in Maine.
It was the week of final exams, the last few days of college before the semester ended and the campus shut down completely for a month. Logan had just finished his Math exam, required of every freshman, and he knew he had aced it. That was a good thing considering he was majoring in accounting and finance. Logan had always liked numbers, had been fascinated by them actually, so it seemed a natural fit to major in something he wanted to deal with for the rest of his life.
He arrived back at his room to find it already occupied by his roommate and best friend Aidan Simmons, who had obviously finished the exam early, sitting on the bed resting his back against the tall, narrow drawer that bordered between his desk and the bed.
Aidan lifted his head and, judging by Logan's expression, knew immediately his friend was cold. "It's a bitch out there isn't it?" he asked, knowing full well the answer.
"Fuck yes. What the hell?" Logan answered, tossing his backpack angrily to the floor and blowing into his hands. "I've never been so cold in my life. It's fucking crazy up here. How the hell do people live like this?"
"Ha! Welcome to New England, my friend. Nobody goes outside much until the end of March," came Aidan's reply. "Why do you think everyone around here is so miserable all the time? Cold and lack of sunlight will turn anyone into an asshole."
"Well, no offense, but I can't wait to get the hell out of here and back to sunny California." Logan had crossed the room and was now standing next to the heater that ran along the floor under the large picture window that accompanied each dorm room.
"Speaking of that," Aidan began, putting aside the history notebook he was studying. Swiveling around on his bed, he sat on the edge and looked over at his roommate. "I've been thinking about something."
"Oh shit -- again?" Logan said sarcastically, staring out the window at the frozen lake in the distance.
"Ha-ha," his friend answered dryly. "It isn't about sex this time. Well...at least, not directly." Aidan started chuckling as he stood up.
Logan looked over to see the familiar twinkle in Aidan's eyes that was always present when he was up to something mischievous. "Well? What is it?"
"I think you should come and stay with me over semester break." Aidan stood in the center of their room and tried hard not to look like he was pleading. Truth was, he had been thinking about this since they had returned from Thanksgiving break, but it never felt like the right time to discuss the possibility.
Logan stared at his roommate for quite a while in silence, considering what Aidan had just said and trying to work it out in his mind. Finally, he shook his head. "I can't. There's no way. My folks are expecting me home for Christmas, and I can't spring this on them with less than a week to go." His disappointment was evident.
This was exactly the reaction Aidan had been anticipating and was prepared for just such a discussion. "So?" he argued. "Go home and spend Christmas with your folks. Stay for New Year's too if you want. Then come to Massachusetts and stay with me until the spring term begins. That would give us over two weeks together."
Logan looked as though he had been slapped in the face. It had never occurred to him that he could accomplish both things. The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea. He could fly home for the holidays and then have the rest of break to hang out with his best friend. It was genius. Yet, just as he grew excited, another more pressing matter entered his mind. "How cold does it get in Massachusetts?"
"Hmmm...it's a wicked pisser," he said, although with his New England accent it came out as "wicked pissa." He continued, "So, about the same as here. Maybe a few degrees warmer." When Logan's expression turned sour, Aidan pressed on with a twinkle and a smile. "At least we'd have each other to keep ourselves warm."
Logan still looked doubtful. "What about your mother? She not going to be around?"
"Yeah, she'll be there but she keeps busy with work, and if you're around I know she'll give us plenty of space." Aidan approached his friend. Wrapping his arms around Logan, they kissed briefly. But when Aidan began kissing and sucking tenderly on his friend's neck he could feel Logan practically melt. The neck was his soft spot and it got him every time.
While Aidan focused attention his on roommate's neck, he paused between each kiss to speak a word. "Please. Come. Stay. With. Me." It was too much for Logan and he turned his face to kiss Aidan fiercely on the lips. The rest of the afternoon passed by very pleasurably for both of them with no mention of the cold again.
Ever since they began college together as roommates in August, Aidan and Logan had been inseparable. They were drawn together initially by all the things they seemed to share in common, including birthdays that were only two days apart in February. Then, they developed a mutual physical attraction for each other which led to them messing around together on a daily basis through various sexual activities.
Just recently, they had expanded their explorations by having a circle jerk with a couple of other boys in the dorm. It had been a fun experience and definitely something both Logan and Aidan would love to do again, but it confirmed something they had each been grappling with. Neither of them appeared to be attracted to other guys -- just each other.
They had expected to further test this theory by attending a meeting of the college's Diversity Club. Although not much was really known about this club, it was believed to be made up of students of all sexualities and genders. It seemed to be a group open to all kinds of diverse and peculiar sexual persuasions. It was also widely rumored that this club held meetings specifically so students could hook up with curious and like-minded individuals.
The two roommates were eager and excited to investigate what it was all about for themselves. Unfortunately, the Diversity Club had held its last meeting of the semester right after Thanksgiving break, so Aidan and Logan would have to wait for the new term to pursue any further sexual explorations with others.
The semester quickly came to end after all exams were taken. Logan flew out to San Francisco and the Bay Area where he lived while Aidan's mother drove up from Framingham, Massachusetts to take her son home. The roommates texted each other constantly, yet those first two weeks at home were dull and slow for both boys.
Aidan spent Christmas with his mom and, as always, it was nice. It was just the two of them and while there were times when they missed the company of others, they still enjoyed being together and were grateful to have one another in their lives. Despite that, Aidan grew more and more excited with each passing day to have his best friend come and stay with him, and not only so they could fool around.
Christmas for Logan was also pretty much the same lame event as always. It was the one day of the year when his father couldn't leave and go somewhere else because every other place was closed. As a result, Christmas had become an insufferable day to get through, especially this year. His two older brothers arrived mid-morning, presents were exchanged, dinner was eaten around noon and by early afternoon the excitement was over as everyone dispersed to their own personal and solitary spaces.
On the third day of the new year, Logan took a flight from San Francisco to Boston where Aidan and his mom met him at baggage claim. The two friends hugged warmly before Aidan's mother wrapped Logan in her arms and welcomed him back east.
The next two weeks were some of the best times Aidan and Logan ever spent together. They had always enjoyed each other's company and got along so easily that, at times, it seemed as if they were the same person. Aidan liked showing Logan around Framingham, such as it was, and introducing him to some of his friends from high school as well as Andrea, who had been Aidan's girlfriend on and off for the last four years.
Aidan's mother, Laura, gave the boys plenty of space as she was hardly at home. As a professor at Framingham State University she kept busy with research and publishing articles in various academic publications. Although her college was also closed for semester break she still went to her office and did work, enjoying the peace and quiet afforded in her colleagues' absence.
This gave Aidan and Logan a great deal of time to hang out together, completely free to fool around and have fun in a place that wasn't their dorm room and without the fear of getting caught. From the moment Laura left the old two-story colonial house she lived in with Aidan, the boys were naked and enjoying the freedom that only nudity can provide.
They messed around in every room in Aidan's house, except his mother's bedroom. In the living room, the roommates rolled around on the carpet and wrestled before jerking one another off and swallowing the others' cum. In the kitchen, Logan lay on the counter while Aidan slathered his body with chocolate syrup and whipped cream, then devoured his hard cock and played with his asshole. In Aidan's bathroom, the friends took a shower together for the first time, something they didn't have the luxury of doing at college, and had a blast lathering each other up and rubbing their slick bodies together as they kissed and groped one another.