I didn’t go to the gym to work out after my class as I’d told my roommate Trent I was going to do. I don’t really know why I didn’t do that. I was just so nervous and frustrated and jumpy that a good workout was probably just what I needed, but my mind wasn’t on that sort of workout. My mind was on Trent, and I was just so embarrassed and confused and, yes, scared about this that I didn’t know what to do. Although I had avoided the thought for weeks, I was beginning to accept that I was in love, or at least in lust, with my college roommate.

I’d never had these feelings for another man before I’d arrived at this university, but I hadn’t been rooming with Trent more than a week before the feelings of desire began to build up in my body. It was all I could do not to let him see the physical evidence of his effect on me. I was sure that he’d be disgusted; he’d probably scream my infatuation throughout the dorm, and I’d be marked and laughed off campus.

Maybe it was forgetfulness that caused me to return to the room earlier than Trent thought I would rather than going to the gym. But maybe it was some sort of fate. I was deep in thought when I opened the door to the room. I could see that the shades were drawn and it was dark in the room, so I moved quietly, assuming that Trent was taking a nap on his bed. And at first I thought that was exactly what he was doing. He was stretched out on the bed on his belly, naked as usual. He always slept in the nude, which had been part of what had driven me crazy with lust. He had a deeply tanned, perfect body.

But when I looked closer, I could see that he wasn’t asleep. He was moving. And he wasn’t belly to the mattress either. There was another deeply tanned, male body under his. Trent was stretched out over another man, who also was belly to mattress under him, and Trent’s arms stretched up and out wide with the other man’s, the fingers of their hands entwined; their legs also were entwined. Trent’s chest was close into the other man’s shoulder blades, and his chin was hooked on the crook of the man’s shoulder. The two faces were glued at the lips. The movement I’d discerned was focused on the hips of both men. Trent’s cock was buried to the hilt in the other man’s ass, and both were moving at the hips, Trent in a slow circular motion and the man underneath him in an equally languid rising and falling motion. I could see the underside of the hard cock of the skewered man rubbing back and forth against the mattress. As I stopped breathing, the shock of what was happening sinking in, sinking in to the very center of me where I felt my own cock coming to life, I could hear their soft moaning and sighing.

I turned and exited the room, quietly clicking the door behind me, and walked swiftly to my car and sat there trying to compose myself. Although I’d lusted after Trent in a way that was new and frightening to me, I’d had no inkling that he fucked other men. I was being consumed with a combination of joy at the possibilities and a visceral desire to be the man