Twenty minutes later, Elroy decided to go back to his room and shower. He’d already showered once that morning but he thought it was time for another. He hadn’t met his new roommate yet and he wanted to be undressed when he did. Elroy knew he had the kind of body that could make people stop and stare. He worked out often to keep his tone and definition, and he’d been blessed with natural assets most men couldn’t get no matter how hard they worked out. His thick light brown hair looked as good messy as it did perfectly styled. He had just the right amount of hair on his body that didn’t require a lot of manscaping. He trimmed once in a while to keep things neat, but it wasn’t something about which he had to worry. Even if he had been hairier, or his perfect nose had been larger, or his athletic legs had been shaped like the letter X, his best asset hung between his legs. He knew very few men could compete with what he had going on down there.
Although Elroy had learned his lesson about getting too involved with his roommates from past experiences that hadn’t ended well, he wanted his new roommate at Harvard to get a quick glimpse of what he looked like naked that first day. He believed first impressions were lasting impressions; he never did anything without thinking about it first. He was hoping he’d at least get a roommate who would be willing to be his fuck buddy when there was nothing else to do. Someone cool; not uptight. The winters there could be long and cold and snuggling up to a warm, willing male body would help pass the time when there was nothing else to do.
He also knew he had to be careful. He didn’t want what had happened to his last roommate to happen again. The needy guy had fallen in love with him and threatened to throw himself off a roof if Elroy didn’t reciprocate. In order to avoid the drama, Elroy had to sneak out in the middle of the night and miss his official graduation. There were times when he still looked over his shoulder to make sure the unstable guy wasn’t stalking him.
Last Elroy had heard, they guy had gone back to Los Angeles where he’d come from. He’d been such an emotional mess his parents had to fly to New Hampshire and drag him back, kicking and screaming. A friend of Elroy’s kept him up to date. This friend told Elroy the guy screamed, “I’ll cut his dick off for lying to me,” all the way out to the parking lot. Elroy knew he had dodged the proverbial bullet that time. He had learned his lesson: never make promises to the overly sensitive types unless you’re prepared to come through with the wedding ring. When those queens want a man, they mean business.
Things might have worked out better if the guy hadn’t caught Elroy in bed with the wrestling coach a week before graduation. Elroy thought he’d calmed the guy down. He thought he’d explained they might have a future someday, but not right now. Of course he’d been lying through his teeth. He’d been pacifying the asshole and he had no intention of ever getting serious with him. He’d only fucked him because there hadn’t been anyone else around to fuck that last semester in quiet, cold New Hampshire.
The incident with the wrestling coach had surprised Elroy as much as it had surprised Elroy’s needy, sex-starved roommate. Even though the coach was in his thirties and Elroy was only eighteen at the time, Elroy had often fantasized about what it would be like to fuck his coach. It was an opportunity Elroy could not turn down.
That was one of the ugliest nights Elroy had ever experienced in his life. Worse than the time one of his boyfriends caught him with the boyfriend’s brother under the bleachers. While Elroy was tagging the coach, and the coach’s legs were over Elroy’s shoulders, the roommate who was in love with Elroy walked in unannounced and caught them at the point of climax. The coach was having such a good time he didn’t even see him come in. Elroy had reached that point where there was no turning back. But when the roommate started throwing things at them, Elroy pulled out and ducked. And just in time, too. He missed getting slammed in the head with a black marble paperweight the roommate had given him for Christmas the previous year. It ruined what could have been a memorable climax, not to mention the glass lamp next to Elroy’s bed.
As Elroy climbed the stairs to his room that morning, he made a point of telling himself that if he did have any fun and games with this new roommate at Harvard, it would be made clear from the start that it was only fun and games and nothing emotional.
Chapter Three
Whenever Elroy removed his clothes, he always became semierect, through no fault of his own. He didn’t even have to touch himself for this to happen. The minute he started walking around naked and things started to swing, his penis grew in both length and girth and trying to control it proved futile.
In his new room, where everything was so strange and unfamiliar and where he hadn’t even had time to rub one out yet, he grew even more excited being naked. By the time he stepped into the hot shower, he had a full erection. He stood directly beneath the shower head and reached between his legs. He grabbed the base with his left hand and jerked the top half with his right. As his head went up and hot water splashed on his face and trickled down his body, he spread his legs and pumped faster with both hands.
In no time at all, he jacked out a load that splashed against the beige tiles. Elroy, like most young men his age, had a little trouble prolonging his climax. When he was with a guy who really turned him on, he often had to think about horrible things that turned his stomach so he wouldn’t come too soon. However, as is the case with most young men his age, he never had a problem rubbing one out within minutes after an erection occurred. But more than that, as is also the case with all young men his age, he didn’t think in clinical terms with words like masturbation and self-gratification; he thought of jacking off, rubbing one out, or spanking the monkey.
He stood there for a few minutes and waited for his erection to subside. When it was flaccid enough to walk without being sensitive, he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. He grabbed a white towel he’d brought from home and dried off his body. As he wrapped the towel around his thin waist, he heard a crash out on the hall. A second after that, he heard a bang and the door to his room opened. When he stepped out of the bathroom and into the main living space and saw the front half of an old green footlocker, he put his hands on his hips and smiled.
Then the guy he’d seen trip earlier that morning in Harvard Yard walked into the small beige room, shoving the footlocker with his foot. He seemed to be having trouble getting it through the door, so Elroy jumped in front of the door, lifted the footlocker up with one hand, and carried it to the bottom of the empty twin bed on the other side of the room.