Chapter 5

As he moves in to kiss me, it takes all of both my mental and physical strength to put up my hand and stop him. I tell him that he owes me nothing.

He actually laughs, “Shane, I have a confession to make. The school isn’t making me have a roommate as a condition of my scholarship. It’s my choice. The problems I had last year were real. I was still grieving the loss of my mom when going away to college shook my life up like a snow globe. I was living independently and I did not handle things well. The school would let me do whatever I wanted. I wanted a roommate. Someone to just be here, who I could talk to. Someone who was going through different things than me. Even more than having someone who I could talk with about my shit, I wanted to be able to focus on someone else too. Give and take. A two-way connection. I had no idea who that roommate would be, my only stipulation was that it NOT be one of my teammates. It turned out to be you.”

“Lucky you,” I quip.

“Shane, I recognized you from that Psych class last year. We never talked, but I noticed you. I was not disappointed when you showed up all cute that first day. You stood in our doorway all dressed up in that suit, looking at my friends sitting on your bed. You looked like you desperately wanted to wake up from a nightmare.”

“Only until I realized which one of you was my roommate. Of course I knew who you were. Who doesn’t?”

“Everyone and no one.”

I just keep looking at him.

“But now? You do. Shane, I’m not trying to thank you. I’m not pretending…”

He takes my hand and places it between his legs where there is an obvious (and massive) erection beneath the fabric of his sweatpants. “Maybe you think my words are lying to you, here is evidence of the truth. I don’t have a raging erection because I feel like I owe you something. You are smart, kind adorable, hot and I desperately want the lower half of your body to be as naked as the upper half currently is.”

I giggle. My hand is still on his rock solid shaft.

He finds my own bone through my tented jeans, “And just maybe you find me to be not so bad either?”

“Cam, you are undeniably the hottest guy on campus and that is a clear bonus, but it’s everything else.”

“Yes. A sweet slob who has the biggest heart. These last two months I’ve been more confident and social than I ever have before.”

“You certainly were not lacking in confidence tonight.”

I blush, “You bring it out of me. You are going to be the most awesome sports psychologist. You’ve done more for me in two months than six years of therapy has come close to accomplishing.”

“And you’ve helped me at least as much. Just being there and being willing to really talk to me, beyond the superficial stuff. Not to minimize the amazing superhero you were tonight, but this is about so much more than that.”

“I’m so glad I made it in time before they caused real damage.”

He grins at me, “You’re freaking Sherlock Holmes and Superman in one. I don’t know how you did it. You’re not just hot, you’re fucking brilliant.”

I grab his neck, pull him down and kiss the shit out of him. It only occurs to me right now that I’ve been dreaming – no, fantasizing – about this for two months now. He slows me down and I follow his lead. He lavishes me with playful nibbles and pecks that gradually evolve into passionate kisses and eventually our tongues meet. I make room for him and he stretches out next to me on my bed. We kiss until our mouths are raw and red.

Cam stands up and pulls off his shirt. He is a spectacular spectacle to behold. And I so want to behold him. His perfect form belongs on the cover of a sports magazine. He steps out of his shoes and rejoins me on the bed, but this time, his head is at the foot of the bed. He buries his face in the soles of my bare feet, kissing them and nibbling at my toes. I giggle. But then he slides my body lower and I realize what’s about to happen.

I start to work at his button and zipper. His hands simultaneously grapple at the drawstring of my sweatpants. We each wiggle free of our confining bottoms and our erections spring free. I have never been so close to someone else’s penis before and Shane might be a smaller guy than me, but in this arena, small is not a word that comes to mind. I will have fun officially measuring him at some point, but for now, I’ll estimate his length at just shy of an impressive eight inches. And as it throbs millimeters from my face, I get final confirmation that Shane wants this too.

I take his manhood in my hand and he gasps from my grip. He follows my lead and I’m as hard as he is.

Shane says, “Maybe you should switch from football to baseball. You’ve got quite the bat to work with.”

“Look who’s talking,” I grip him again playfully and he moans.

I kiss and lick all up the left side of his shaft, slither my tongue across his slit (that drives him crazy in the best possible way) and then massage my tongue down the right side. It’s suddenly hard to concentrate on what I’m doing to him because his mouth action on me has me seeing skyrockets. I fight through it and take his balls in my mouth. He moans and does the same to me. I slather and suck up the underside of his shaft and smile to myself when I make his knees knock together. He gets his revenge when he copies my move and I almost kick a whole in the drywall with my foot.

The appetizer is over and it’s time for the main course. I grab his ass cheeks in both hands and pull him close. He is still as hard as hard gets. Our game of follow the leader continues as he does the same to me. I take in as much of his length as I can. I turn my head back and forth and create some twisting friction action and he hums into my dick, still copying my moves. I grip his bubble butt harder and take him in further, challenging the limits of my ability. He actually seems to be taking me in deeper than I am him. Being the competitive type, I am not willing to be outdone. I go deeper and my lips form a tight seal at the base of his shaft. He’s keeping up with me just fine. I massage his butt and suck on his pole like a candy cane.

We go at each other with reckless abandon and I know that I am getting close. I signal this to him with a little “humph” sound and he does the same. We keep up the intensity and within a minute, I am about to blow. I begin an aggressive slide up and down him and he is close too. Right as I explode in his mouth, I catch his burst in the back of my throat. We might be opposites in many ways, but right now, we are in complete sync with each other.

I’m dressed again, and sad that Shane is buttoning his shirt. Sometimes life isn’t fair. But hey. He’s my roommate. If I hide all of his t-shirts, he’ll be forced to sleep shirtless every night.

I pick up his feet and put them in my lap. I carefully begin to put his socks back on as he says, “I can do it myself.”

I grip his ankles, “Don’t take away my fun.” I go to work on the second sock. “Are you hungry?”

I fire off a quick text and a reply comes immediately.

“We’re gonna pop into the dance,” I say. “The guys say there’s still plenty of food.”

“Even if I could dance, I can’t dance right now.”

I’m slipping on his left high-top. “You can’t walk either. It’s piggyback rides for you until you’ve healed.”

He smiles at me, “I’m okay with that.”

He might be okay with the piggyback rides, but I can tell he has reservations about popping in at the party. “We don’t have to stay long,” I assure him. “I told you before, the guys want to thank you. Like it or not, you have a fan club now. You know, appearances can be deceiving. They’re actually good guys.”

“I can see that,” he says. “They were certainly worried about you when you were missing. I mean, they weren’t worried about losing the game. They were worried about you, Cam. I have no doubt they would have went to war with me for you had I enlisted them.”

I swallow a lump in my throat. It’s nice to know people care. I go to work on tying his other shoe, “Tomorrow morning I have breakfast with my dad before he drives back home.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t tell him about what almost happened. That would be hard for a parent to hear.”

I nod, ” But there is something important I want… That I need to tell him. I want you to join us.”

He shakes his head, “That’s family time. I’ll see you after.”

“He’ll want to meet you.”

“Because I’m your roommate?”

“No. He’s gonna want to meet my boyfriend.”

He smiles and kisses me. “I’d like that.”

He hops on my back and we’re off to greet our fans and conquer anxieties.

I’m back at the off-campus house of Justin and his cohorts at Wheaton College. I knock and after a long wait, Justin himself answers the door. It takes him a minute, but he finally recognizes me. His nose looks mostly healed, but he still has two black eyes as reminders of what I did to him.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Tough talk from a guy whose ass I kicked a couple weeks ago. I say, “Had I known what you planned to do to my friend when I was last here, I would have done a whole lot more to fuck you up, you filthy piece of shit.”

He smiles an ugly smile, “My friends are home too. This time we won’t underestimate you.”

Cam steps into view from the side of the porch, “Will you underestimate me? You laid your nasty hands on my boyfriend when I ordered you not to. That’s not okay. How dare you touch him. You are about to experience some real pain.”

“We still have you outnumbered.”

“Don’t two of them still have broken arms?”

“We have a couple more friends over. There are six of us.”

Cam grins, “The six of you would be hopeless against my friend alone. But against the six of us? You have no idea how much we’re going to enjoy this.”

Justin looks confused, “Six of you?”

Ruddy-Face and his three buddies appear from the other side of the porch. “That’s right. Six of us,” he says.

We push our way inside and close the door behind us. It’s good to have friends.