The events have been significantly altered to protect the identities of those involved and to save the reader from rubbing blisters into their privates as they try and stay horny through -- what could have been -- a 400-page novel. Despite this attempt to 'speed things along' this first chapter of the story does not include any orgasms. If you are here for a quick fap, maybe try chapter 2.
Anyway, this is my first so please be gentle! That said, I would love to hear honest and constructive feedback.
Enjoy!
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It was the first time I had ever 'moved'. Standing there, in my dingy dorm-room, with everything I owned haphazardly dropped into a 3-foot-tall pile on the naked mattress of my bed, I did not know where to start unpacking. The excitement of heading to college had abandoned me even before I had hugged Mom and Dad one last time before driving out yesterday afternoon. A stop at a trucker's motel and a short drive later, I found myself, for the first time, seeing the dormitory I had read so much about.
It was... smaller than I had imagined. Come to think of it, so was the room they assigned me: room 613. Sorry, I meant: "the room they assigned us"
"Anything else you need help with buddy?", Cory asked gently. As soon as I had walked into the room with an armful of stuff, he had insisted on helping me carry the rest up. We had just walked up six stories with the last set of boxes from my car.
I turned around to face him - Cory - my roommate for the next year, standing a respectful six feet away. Maybe he would have given me more space if this room was not so fucking cramped.
"Nope. That's all I have." I tried to muster a smile, but I could not even get myself to look at him. "Thanks for helping me bring the stuff up. The drive here was exhausting."
From the corner of my eye, I saw Cory nod slowly. "Well, lemme know if there's anything else I can help you with, Luke."
I nodded silently, my gaze focused outside our 6th floor window. In this otherwise rural town, the dorm building stood tall above the rest. A few blocks away, rows of painted concrete gave way to the rustic red brick of campus buildings. I could even see people walking in the open, grassy quadrangle at the center of campus. On the horizon, the sun was setting over a forest of windmills atop shallow, rolling hills.
Eighteen hours across that horizon, were all the people and places I had ever known and loved.
"I think I'll go grab dinner." Cory's tone was informal, but respectful, like when you offer condolences to a friend whose pet had just died. "Find me if you're interested in chatting. I'd love to get to know my roomie better!"
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It took me half an hour to park my car and complete the move-in forms but I hadn't taken three steps in the dining hall before I heard a cheerful holler from across the room.
"Hey! Luke! Get over here! There's some folks you gotta meet!"
Cory was sitting with four other guys in the far corner of the room but his voice was still loud enough to cut through the chatter of a hundred undergraduates eating. I felt my face go red as I noticed fifty of those students staring at me and another fifty staring at him. And yet there sat Cory, smiling at me and waving like he had been counting the minutes till he would see me.
I could not help but chuckle.
"Hey Luke! Have a seat by Troy." Cory gestured to a particularly buff guy with a strong jaw. The man's clothes were tight but, judging by the ample musculature his sleeves desperately hugged, that felt more like a consequence than a fashion statement. Troy smiled sheepishly at me and scooched to the side to make room. He did not say anything.
"Troy's the RA for our floor. He's a 3rd year majoring in Psych and Math. Weird combo, right?" Everyone laughed, including Troy. "Anyway, don't be fooled by his looks, he's got more brains than brawn and that's saying something!"
Cory turned excitedly to the two guys sitting next to him, both blondes with green eyes who dressed in similar polos. "And these lads here are-"
"We can handle it Cory.", said the shorter, more athletically built of the two. "I'm Mason. This is my brother Jeremiah. We're... well, we're Cory's friends from high-school."
Jeremiah turned to me, tilting his neck sideways with a dazzling smile.
"It's nice to meet you!", he said as he offered his hand. As I shook it, I noted how soft it felt.
"Likewise.", I smiled back at Jeremiah, trying not to enjoy the feel of his hand too much.
"And I'm Yicheng, but you can call me Adam.", the Asian guy extended his hand across the table with a subtle smile and a charming twinkle in his eyes. "I'm a Korean exchange student. It's nice to meet you!"
We dove into conversation, with the five of them trying to fill me in on the introductions I had missed.
Well, four of them. Troy did not really say much.
Jeremiah, Mason and Cory had been friends since middle-school, growing up in the same suburb of the big city a few hours north of here. Listening to them recounting shenanigans from their childhood, one would have assumed they were ALL brothers. Heck, Mason even pulled up his shirt mid-anecdote to show us the scar across his abs from when he had charged a guy who had tried to stab Cory with a pen.
Adam's stories were by far the most interesting. As the only son of two rich Korean businesspeople, his stories were alien to me both in terms of the places and cultures he explained to us and the type of wealth and service that he seemed so familiar with. Still, he seemed incredibly humble and sincere; he said he was here on a scholarship and hoped to never again spend a cent of his parents' money.
Thinking back at that moment, Troy did not speak much at all. He told us he was a 3rd year and an RA (Resident Advisor. Sort of like a mentor for 1st years like me.) and repeated Cory's introduction of being a dual major in Psych and Math before going silent, I think. It is possible he spoke more, but I struggle to even remember if he had a beard on or not that day. Or even what he sounded like. I wish I had paid more attention...
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It was not long before I started to notice a weird feeling in my stomach whenever Jeremiah spoke to me. He seemed to be at least 6 feet tall, maybe even a few inches taller than me, blonde with beautiful, curly hair that he was constantly brushing out of his faint green eyes. His hands were lanky and bony, unlike his brothers', but he moved them with a confident grace that would not have been out of place on a ballet dancer. My eyes started to follow them when he gesticulated, noticing how he always moved his fingers in smooth arcs.
