He was a sophomore I had befriended last year.He was a sophomore I had befriended last year. He was extremely attractive, but unfortunately for him, straight. (The things I could teach that man!) He was moving into a room a few doors down from me. I could tell he had arrived a while before I had because he'd worked up a good sweat. He had taken off his shirt and his broad, hairless chest was beaded with sweat. "Hey, Bryan!" I called out when I saw him. "Hi, Lance," he replied, flashing me a broad, genuine smile full of perfect white teeth. He was a really nice guy and one of the few straight friends I had. It was actually strange to me that we were friends since he wasn't really the kind of guy I usually hung out with. He was very religious, something I'd done away with a long time ago, and he was really into playing all kinds of sports, something I hate. Yet there were enough things about us that we had in common, that we were able to develop a good friendship. He'd just plopped himself down at my table for lunch during the second week of classes, and we'd hit it off. He was a very outgoing and kind person. Combine that with his freshman energy, and that's who I'd met. I just couldn't resist these characteristics along with his fantastic body. We talked about our summer for a few minutes before we parted, so we could get back to work. We made plans for dinner that night. By the time I'd moved in, set up things in my room, and called friends, it was time for dinner. I ordered pizza with Bryan and a few of his friends who belonged to the same Christian athletes group that Bryan did. It felt great to get back into the college atmosphere, and we talked for quite a while that night before I returned to my room. |