Seasons of Change – Semester 01

Literotic asexstories – Seasons of Change – Semester 01 by blanketstate,blanketstate
1.

My first year in university was kind of weird, not the least bit because of my roommate. It was my first time away from home, and I wasn’t sure what to expect when I moved into residence halfway across the country. I had received an older Jeep as a graduation gift, so when I started my first semester at the end of August 2010, I loaded up everything I thought I would need while I was away and drove myself. Of course, I had to message my parents the moment I got there to let them know I’d arrived safely.

The trees were still green with their summer foliage, and as I parked outside of the red brick building on campus, the sound of birds and insects was drowned out by the excited chatter of all the new and returning students. My family was a bit reserved, and while I was well-liked in high school, being second string on the football team and part of the winning wrestling team, I had my share of friends but no one who I really intended to stay in contact with. This was going to be a brand new start. And without my uptight parents around, I was going to enjoy myself. I chatted with a couple of the other guys milling around while I waited in the queue by the door of the residence hall.

As soon as I had finished introducing myself to the resident advisor, Trent – a junior who was on an athletic scholarship for the swim team – I grabbed my first box and headed to my room. I knew from the online photos it wasn’t going to be huge, but it was definitely smaller than I anticipated. A formica-covered desk ran under the windows with floor-to-ceiling cabinets dividing the space down the middle. A small closet next to the door and another facing it behind the door. Twin beds on opposite sides of a narrow aisle, and a dresser at the foot of the bed. I could see that my roommate had already moved his dresser against the wall, but that blocked him from pulling his chair away from the desk, which was covered with books. It was going to be cramped, even with the minimal amount of stuff I had brought with me.

I stacked my box on the desk, and turned to go back for my next one when I saw that the doorway was blocked. A blond young man, slight of build, several inches shorter than my 6’2″ frame, with his hair tucked behind his ears was leaning against the door jamb, a graphic novel in one hand and a Starbucks in the other. He was wearing a lavender zip-up hoodie with striped cuffs over a white tee, and matching shorts with double white stripes on the outside of the leg.

“Hey,” I said, wiping my sweaty palm on my pants and extending to him, “I’m Benjamin. Most people call me Ben.”

“Hi Ben, you must be my roomie. Emilio. Most people call me Em. Or whatever.” He tucked his book under his coffee-laden arm and shook my hand.

“I got more stuff,” I said lamely.

He smiled, “I figured. Need a hand?”

“I don’t want to put you out.”

“Bro, we’re going to be spending a lot of time together,” he chuckled, “might as well start by being kind.”

“Cheers.”

He followed me to my Jeep and grabbed the duffel I had stuffed most of my clothing into, but accidentally dropped it. The zipper split, and my boxers spilled out onto the pavement. “Ah, shit, bro. Sorry about that.”

We both bent over to gather them up as I smiled reassuringly; “No worries. My fault for packing it so full.”

“I’ll uh … wash them if you want.”

I shook one of them out, “Don’t worry. They aren’t that dusty.” Together, we collected my spilt underwear, brushing them off, and tucked them back into the duffel. Then I grabbed another box and we headed to the room. I put my box on the desk with the other one, filling the cramped space, he put my duffel on the dresser, and we headed down for the last load.

When I handed him the penultimate box he hefted it easily, “No books or anything?”

“Nah, just bedding,” I said, and pulled the last one out of the back of the Jeep and shouldering the door closed. We headed back to the room.

After placing the boxes on the floor by the desk, Emilio flopped down on his bed. He pulled a drawer out from under the bed and withdrew a laptop.

My eyebrows shot up; “Shit, man. I didn’t even know those were there! Thank god, I’ll have a little more room for my stuff.”

“Ha ha, yeah. Hard to notice with just the beveled edge for a handle. But there isn’t much room here. I guess upperclassmen get the bigger dorms.”

I made the bed with the duvet my mother insisted I bring, and started putting my things away, being sure to shake out the boxers before folding them into the drawer.

“Sorry again about that,” Emilio said.

“You can stop apologizing. It’s no worry.” He wasn’t really doing anything on his computer, but I could tell he liked having it in his hands, like a security blanket. He was watching me like he couldn’t figure out if I was safe. Instead of unpacking my boxes, I decided to have a look around.

“Emilio –” I started.

“Em,” he corrected.

“Em, I’m going to go for a walk. Wanna come?”

He shrugged, “Maybe later.”

I headed out and noticed a couple of the guys I talked with earlier, Jeff and Nico, were moving their stuff in. Jeff was heavyset, broad-shouldered, with curly light brown hair, with a chin beard that was stretching towards his ears but not making it. He had freckles that stood out against the white polo shirt and khaki shorts he was wearing. It was also a contrast to Nico’s dark skin. Nico sported basketball shorts, a sleeveless tank, and his cornrows ended in beaded braids. He had an affable grin that showcased his pearly white teeth. They were both sophomores and had a larger room one floor above ours, and they were moving in some furniture. I offered to lend a hand, and they agreed. A couple of bookcases later, and I was sweating in the late summer warmth. Before we started lugging their boxes in, we all stripped our shirts off. I slipped mine through a belt loop and grabbed a heavy box.

“Is this your brick collection?” I joked.

Nico grunted as he grabbed another box, “Actually, these are the first year texts we’re hoping to sell used. You looking for a discount?”

“Anything to save a few dollars,” I returned. Once we’d finished lugging up the mini-fridge, which they promptly stocked with beer, we all collapsed into their worn leather couch.

I twisted the cap off the brew they handed me and took a sip. “Fuck me, you’re going to have to wipe down this couch after I get up, with all the sweat, boys.”

“I’m sure it’s seen its share of body fluids,” Nico smirked. He clinked bottles with Jeff. We took a few minutes to talk about the classes they had taken to see which ones I was in. There were a handful that were with the same professor, so the odds were looking good I’d be able to get their books. I’d have to wait until I got the syllabus to be certain, but we all agreed it would be a win-win if I could get them cheap, and they got a few bucks back.

After the not-quite-chilled beer, we all decided to hit the showers and rinse off, so I headed back to my room to grab a towel and my toiletries. I opened the door, and there was Emilio — Em — hands down his shorts while looking at porn. He jumped, startled, as I closed the door. He slammed the lid of the computer closed.

“Oh, uh, didn’t expect you back so soon.” He jumped off the bed, his erection tenting the front of his shorts.

“Grabbing a shower. I was helping a couple upperclassmen move in.”

“Ha, paying it forward.” He said, seeming abashed, but eager to distract from what I had caught him doing. I shrugged, then found my towel. I thought I had put my shampoo and razor under the bed, but couldn’t find them. Opened the boxes I had left on the floor, then the ones on the desk.

“Emil – uh, Em, did you see where I put my razor?”

“Closet?” he suggested. I looked, and it was on the shelf at the top.

“Cheers,” I said, and left the room, looking for the bathroom. I hadn’t had a chance to see it before — not the kind of thing they post on their website — so I was a little surprised to see a group shower. Nico and Jeff were already there, hanging up their towels. There were only two shower stalls on the upperclassmen floor, they explained, and they were accustomed to the gang shower from their first year in residence. As I was stripping off my jeans, another guy walked in wearing only a towel. He had the build of the championship wrestlers that had been on my varsity team, the ones who always beat me in practice matches. Compact, insanely muscled, and not an ounce of fat on his trim figure.

“Chui!” both of my new acquaintances acknowledged him.

“What’s happening!” He grinned back. Looked over at me, “Jésus,” he introduced, pronouncing it like “Hey-Zeus”.

“Ben,” I replied, shaking his outstretched hand. He had a strong grip, which I met.

“Ben helped us move our stuff in,” Nico explained, “since you weren’t here to lift it all.”

He shrugged, “Bros, I was checking out the new weight room. Had to get a few sets in.”

“Nice!” they exclaimed simultaneously. He slung his towel casually over the counter as the rest of us finished disrobing. Nico started the showers going, and the room was soon filled with steam.

“So, I played a little football in high school,” I ventured as we stepped under the water. “Any chance of getting on the practice roster?”

Chui scoped me out, “Yeah, you look like you’re in good shape.”

“He pushed the furniture around okay. Could see him on the field,” Jeff agreed.

“Jeff is an armchair quarterback,” Nico joked.

“More like an armchair coach.” He fired back.

“More like an armchair dickhead.”

“Your momma didn’t mind my dickhead last night in her armchair.”

Nico gently shoved Jeff before Jésus stepped between them, “Easy boys. No roughhousing in the shower. Save that for afterwards.”

“Fuck you,” Nico grinned at him, and then stepped back. As Jésus resumed his place in the shower, Jeff smacked him on the ass “Roughhouse this.”

I smiled at their easy camaraderie. “Whatchu grinning at, you hung bastard?” Jeff smirked at me. I glanced down at my flaccid cock, dangling its usual seven inches. It only grew a couple more when fully erect.

“Nothing, man. I ain’t going to brag when Nico’s here.” Nico laughed and swiveled his hips, making his dick swing freely. “Actually,” I mused, “you guys are probably all ladykillers.”

Jesus nodded, “True, but it’s uni. You’re going to get your share of pussy too.”

“Ain’t always about the pussy.” Jeff winked at me, and then soaped up his sausage. Thick around as a can of Red Bull and about as long, his dick started to rise.

“Fuck off, man,” Nico said, leaning over to spank Jeff’s erection, “Save that for the privacy of the room.”

I coughed, “Rooms aren’t always so private.” They all laughed and agreed. I wasn’t about to tell them about Emilio, but they understood. I’m sure they had all caught someone jerking off once in a while. We finished showering, bantering back and forth, and agreed to hang out on Friday with more beers to be shared.

I toweled off and headed back to the room, carefully opening the door to shield it from view of the hallway, just in case. And sure enough, Emilio was whacking off again. This time, he had his shorts down to his knees, and his fist wrapped around his uncircumcised five-inch cock while whatever he was watching played sound directly into his headphones. I walked in, ignoring him, and while he startled when he noticed me, he eased the laptop closed a little. He just casually tugged his shorts back up. I took my towel off to finish drying my hair and then got dressed.

“Hey Em, want to come get a bite with me, or do you need to finish off here?” I said, implying that I didn’t care what he was doing on the internet.

“Uh, I guess I could use some food.” He shut the laptop and pulled the headphones off. When he stood up, his bulge was again showing through the shorts. “Er, let me just wash up.”

“No problem,” I said, opening the door for him. I waited in the hall while he went into the bathroom. When he came out, his shocked expression told me he had looked at the showers.

“Uh, looks a little … friendly? …in there.”

“Heh, yeah. It’s cool, though. Good way to meet people without anyone’s guard up.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Em smiled uneasily. We headed across the quad to the cafeteria, weaving around the people who were investigating the campus or catching up with their classmates.

I grabbed a tray and some food, then scanned the room. Long tables with scattered chairs were filled variously with students of all kinds. Emilio followed me to the till, and we both tapped our student cards to pay. I headed to a table with a few empty seats, Em trailing me.

“Hi,” I said, sitting down and smiling at the occupants, “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Ben, this is Emilio — goes by Em.”

A young Asian woman with plaited black hair, a Hello Kitty kerchief, and a sunflower dress smiled, “Hi, I’m Haylee Park,” she said.

“Hi Haylee.”

“This is my boyfriend, Marius.” The guy sitting next to her nodded and pulled his fork out of his mouth. He had amber skin, hair dyed in silver spikes, and was wearing a black T-shirt with some illegible band name. He finished chewing, swallowed, and mumbled a greeting. I guessed they might both have been Korean, based on the shape of their eyes, but I didn’t want to voice that in case I was wrong.

“Speak up,” Haylee scolded him.

“Marius. Nice to meet you,” Marius glanced apologetically to Haylee.

Cassandra, seated next to me, was the next to introduce herself. Her tight shirt belied a full-breasted figure, cropped to show her glistening chocolate abdomen, short skirt, and open-toed wedges. I shook her graceful hand, and there was no mistaking the lustful look she gave me. “Very pleased to meet you. You can call me Cass. Or drop the C,”

Em and I settled in and we started chatting. Or at least, I did. Emilio seemed a little lost, so I tried to include him in the conversation as much as possible. They were an amiable bunch, and the time seemed to pass quickly, eating, drinking soda, and just hanging out until we got notice that the cafeteria would be closing. We said goodbyes (Cass hugged me a little too familiarly, but her breasts felt nice pressed against me), and then headed back across a much emptier quad.

“How do you do that?” Emilio ventured.

“Do what?”

He slowed down his walking, and I stopped to face him.

“Just … talk to people you don’t know?”

I shrugged, “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well, what if they don’t like you?” He started walking again, slowly, looking at the ground. I turned to match pace with him.

“I guess I just assume that people will. Here’s the thing, Em – we’re all mostly lonely. High school was frustratingly isolating because we were a bunch of hormonal teenagers feeling big feelings for the first time, and we don’t think anyone knows what we’re going through because if we’ve never experienced it before, how could we expect others to know what it’s like. But like, we’re experiencing a lot of the same shit, you know? And like, I’m glad to be away from my hometown. I’m glad to be away from anyone who used to judge me, so here, I can be, like, anyone I want. And I want to be that friendly guy who can talk to people I don’t know.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, dude. It’s not that scary. Everyone here is doing something differently new, so if you’re friendly, non-judgemental, and nice, then why wouldn’t they be nice back?”

Em looked pensive “Oh. Yeah, why not?”

We were back at the dorm, and we headed up the half flight of stairs to our hall. Some guys were tossing a mini-football back and forth. Em ducked under a stray toss, and I snagged it, faked out the intended receiver and spun past him, then lateraled to Emilio. He looked awkward for a second until I nodded in the direction of the person who made the errant throw, and Emilio smiled and ran down the hallway, trying to get past, but was quickly tackled. He sprawled on the floor, laughing, and handed the football back. I helped him to his feet, we exchanged names with the guys, Antonio (Tonio) and Shawn, then headed to our room.

“I did it!” Em said proudly once we had closed the door, doing a little dance and pirouette.

“See?” I said, “Not hard. Good job, bro.”

“Thanks! And thanks for helping.”

“No worries.”

I spent the next couple of hours unpacking all my boxes and shooting the shit with Emilio, while he explained the convoluted plotlines of his favorite manga series. I didn’t expect to remember any of it, but it was good to engage him in something he was into and felt comfortable talking about.

I had taken my shirt off again, and was down to just a pair of athletic shorts, but was thinking when I was done I might need to shower again, so I invited Emilio to come shower so he wouldn’t be intimidated. When we got there, Tonio was just stepping into the shower. He was my height, and maybe fifty pounds heavier, most of that carried in his chest and legs, which were heavy with muscle and covered in coarse body hair. He stood under the water, pulling his shoulder-length black hair out of his face. I put my towel on one of the towel bars and stepped next to him, turning another of the jets on for myself and one for Em.

“Hey Tonio, how’s it going?”

“Hey, uh …”

“Ben”

“Yeah Ben. Hi Em,” he waved at my roommate. Emilio grunted an acknowledgement and hung his towel up next to Tonio’s.

“All settled in?” I asked Tonio.

“Yeah, for the most part. Early classes tomorrow, though. Probs gonna sleep right after this.”

“Won’t your hair be a mess if you go straight to bed?” Emilio asked, stepping under the water.

“Well, maybe not straight there,” Tonio said. I nodded, grabbing my body wash and starting to lather up. Emilio looked around, suddenly realizing he hadn’t brought anything with him. I tossed mine his way.

“Thanks,” he said, squeezing a handful into his palm, and them putting the bottle down at my feet. His shoulder brushed against my thigh. Then he stood up, and started lathering up as well, coating his arms and chest with a layer of froth. He started working it in, then scrubbed his neck and face.

Tonio finished showering and stepped out, grabbing his towel and accidentally dropping Emilio’s onto the wet floor. “Oh, shit. Sorry, man.” He picked it up and hung it up again. Just then Emilio yelled and put his face directly under the stream of water, spluttering.

“Geez, man, what’s in your cream? It’s burning my eye!”

“That’s what she said,” Tonio joked as he left the bathroom.

“Oh, sorry, man. There’s some eucalyptus oil in it. I didn’t realize you were getting it on your face. Should have warned you.”

Em stood there, rinsing his face thoroughly for a few minutes while I lathered my legs, dick, and ass. He was just starting to get over it by the time I was done rinsing off. We both turned off the showers and stepped out, and that’s when he noticed that his towel was already soaking. Em looked so pathetic there, dripping wet, eyes red with irritation, shivering and his dick shrinking with the cold, that I automatically gave him my towel.

“Thanks, man.” I followed him to our room, leaving damp footprints down the hallway and drawing wolf-whistles from a couple of other guys. So I stopped right at our doorway and good-naturedly shook my ass for them, which sparked a new set of whistling, as well as a loud peal of laughter from Shawn. Naturally, the noise drew Emilio’s attention as he saw me framed in the doorway, but also that of Trent, our resident advisor.

“Alright guys, alright.” He shouted as he poked his head out of his door, then seeing my naked ass, he laughed as well. “Keep it PG-13, Ben.”

So just to defy him, I turned to face him, showing off my soft dick, and cupped my hand to my ear; “Sorry didn’t catch that?”

“Fuck you,” he grinned. I turned back to my room, grinning as well, and saw Em standing there, also naked, staring at me as he held my towel out.