Trevor was farther away from home and his loving family than he’d ever expected to be. He’d only left the small town of Winston, Oregon, where he was born, twice in the past: once for a high school field trip to Portland and the other to visit relatives in Eugene.
Before his high school graduation he’d applied to a dozen colleges, but his GPA and SAT scores were very low. Time after time he received letters with discouraging news. For a long time, he had hoped he would get a football scholarship. He had the perfect build for a linebacker, the position he’d played for his high school for two years, except he was on the small side. His hopes turned out to be daydreams.
Finally, he got the news he’d been waiting for. This university in the Deep South was the only one that accepted him. His mom and dad had long planned that he should continue his education and they thought better here than nowhere.
He wasn’t upset to be so far from home, but it was a little off-putting to know that for the next nine months he could only go home for Christmas and spring break, and he wasn’t sure about that one.
But that was months ahead, and Trevor never looked too far into the future. He lived in the present, and he managed to see the bright side to almost everything that happened to him.
It wasn’t that he was simple. He was just one of those people for whom laughter always seemed to be bubbling up from some happy place deep inside him.
Even the fact that it was the Saturday after Thanksgiving, and he was one of the very few students who were there on campus didn’t dampen his spirits. His two roommates were there too, and so he wasn’t alone. That appeared to be enough to keep him happy.
He was also impressed that one of his roommates was a twenty-six-year-old Army vet who had fought in the Middle East. Being roommates with someone like that made him feel more adult.
Bret was that roommate. He’d had a tough upbringing in the Highland Park section of Detroit. His dad had worked at the Ford Mustang plant in Dearborn until it closed in 2004. He eventually found other work, but nothing that paid anywhere near what he’d previously earned.
He remembered his dad would hand his week’s salary to his mother after withholding twenty dollars to buy his cigarettes and a weekly fifth of Old Crow whiskey, plus an occasional car wash. His mother was saddled with paying the rent and all the bills plus providing the food with the small amount of money she was given, for which she received no thanks.
Bret remembered his dad as being angry all the time, which he expressed by yelling and cursing at both Bret’s mother and at him.
Bret escaped the conflicts at home by fleeing to the streets, but he avoided joining one of the local gangs by forming his own gang with six of his friends. They stayed out of crime, except for an occasional shoplifting or rummaging through an unlocked car. Mostly, they hung around the fronts of liquor stores, trying to convince someone to buy them cigarettes or Olde English 800.
When he reached eighteen and got his high school diploma he had no job and no prospects. For the next two years, he went back and forth between bottom-of-the-barrel jobs to no job at all. He had no way of getting away from the verbal abuse of his dad. He tried to convince his mom to leave his dad, but she wouldn’t even listen to him.
Finally, out of desperation, he joined the Army. Osama Bin Laden had been killed and he thought the war on terrorism would soon be over. Two years later he found himself in Iraq, fighting something called Isis. He returned to the United States only to be deployed again nine months later.
This time he backed up the Iraqis and Kurds as they fought to defeat Isis and drive them from the city of Mosul.
He served for six years, during which time he came to face the fact he was never going to get anywhere without a college education. By the time he was discharged, it was late to apply for that fall’s semester. He got on the internet and found he could still get into this southern university. He also discovered they were highly rated for their school of civil engineering. That interested him, and so here he was, living with these two young, green guys.
One of them was a cute kid who seemed to find something to laugh about in every situation. The other was from an economic level more or less equal to his own but from South Boston. The way Bret understood it he’d started here a couple of years ago, but dropped out in the middle of his second semester.
Colton had been an average student in high school, but partly because he hadn’t applied himself to his full potential. He excelled in two of the subjects he studied – English and math – which saved him academically.
His strong suit in English was his ability to write book reports and term papers which were consistently graded “A”.
He joined school clubs, got involved in after-school activities, made friends easily and was popular with his fellow students. But there was a side of Colton that none of his close friends knew about. In fact, Colton didn’t know about it for a long time and came to discover it bit by bit.
The summer he was seventeen he often took his dog to the local park to toss a Frisbee for it to catch. One afternoon he met a young woman who was a few years older than he was. They talked about their dogs. They ran into each other again a couple more afternoons.
On the third meeting, he kept looking at the projections in the front of her T-shirt, caused by her nipples. She invited him to her nearby apartment for a refreshing glass of lemonade.
She handed him the lemonade and pulled off her T, showing him her bare breasts. She took the glass from his hand and, putting her hand on the back of his head, pulled him so his face was pressed between her tits. At the same time, she placed her other hand on the fly of his pants and squeezed his growing dick.
She freed his face and kissed him as she unzipped his pants. They ripped each other’s clothes from their bodies and fell on the floor where Colton fucked for the first time in his young life.
They fucked several times more before that summer ended, and each time she introduced him to new experiences. But there was still to be another surprise before the end of that affair. On what would turn out to be their last meeting, she introduced another man into the mix. Colton found he couldn’t say no and was also intrigued.
While he was fucking his paramour the new man rimmed his ass – another thing that he’d never experienced. It was driving him to a level he’d never reached, but he wasn’t prepared when the new man inserted his dick in Colton’s ass. It was a shock, but the confusion and discomfort gave way to another and different sensation.
His final year of high school began and his sex partner disappeared. The first weeks of the semester were a blur. There were many new things to manage and his mind was awhirl with what he’d done and his feelings about it. He didn’t understand how it had happened and what had happened to her. But he found that when he jerked off he would think about a dick fucking his ass.
The rest of his senior year was relatively uneventful. Because of his ease in meeting people, Colton had decided he wanted to pursue a career in hospitality and leisure management. This university in the deep south had one of the top-rated programs in the U.S., and it was away from the severe winters he’d endured all his life.
In one of his classes, he sat next to a guy his own age from New Orleans. They became friends. His friend had a car. On a Friday night in October they went out to celebrate the end of the week. They drank a lot. In the car, the friend groped Colton. Colton returned the favor.
The friend pulled Colton’s dick out and took it in his mouth. It was obvious he was experienced in doing this. Colton wasn’t, but he decided to give it a try. It was thrilling, sucking another guy’s dick. He shot off in the guy’s mouth, and so wasn’t surprised when his mouth was filled with cum. He found he didn’t mind it.
His friend became his off-and-on sex partner. They sometimes sucked and sometimes one of them would fuck the other, but there is always something we don’t anticipate.
Christmas break came and Colton went home for the holidays, traveling by Greyhound because he had very little money. On the return trip, he shared a seat with a young woman who was also a fellow student. Colton asked if he could continue to see her and she said yes.
They began dating and within weeks they were necking when he went farther and she didn’t resist. They became lovers, and it wasn’t long before his other sex partner denounced him in front of his new sex partner. Colton’s grades suffered and he found he was basically broke. He dropped out of college and slunk home.
Away from the university and with the familiarity of home, he was able to look at his situation and he made some serious decisions. He still wanted the career he’d set for himself, and if he was going to do it then he would have to make some basic changes.
Within months he found two jobs. He put his social life behind him and saved every cent he could. His parents saw he was sincere, and supported him in his endeavors.
He continued without letting up for the next two and a half years. He reapplied for admittance to the university and as a result, he was here with two new friends, one a vet of the Iraq war and the other a fresh-faced kid from the Pacific Northwest. He was sure he’d get along with both of them, even in these close quarters.
This dorm building was built at the beginning of the twentieth century in the gothic style, and been last updated in 1984. It was a long, three-story building with half a dozen entrances spaced out its length. Each entrance had a staircase with four rooms on each side. On each floor, there was a bathroom opposite the stairs which contained two toilet cubicles and a shower area with four shower heads.
This had been sufficient when each room held two students, but with the exploding student population, it had been decided that three students could share a room. One of the single beds had been replaced with a bunk bed. No other changes had been made. Closet and drawer space was limited and there were still only two built-in desks.
Bret had been the first to arrive and had claimed the single bed as his. Trevor took the top bunk and Colton was left with the lower bunk.
He quickly warned Trevor, “As long as you’re over me, you better not be a bed wetter and no farting in bed. I’m trapped in a cave down here.”
Trevor laughed, assuming Colton was joking around.
“Plus, no jerking off in the dark. I don’t want to hear it.”
Bret lay on his bed, looking at them. He wasn’t going to get involved in any of that, as long as none of it came his way.
That was three months ago. Minor problems had been worked out and things had gone pretty smoothly since then. The two younger ones exhibited respect for the older vet with the experience. And now it was the Saturday after Thanksgiving and the whole campus seemed like a ghost town. There was no football game to go to, no one hanging around the pool room, the on-campus coffee shop and cafeteria were closed. Even though it was the end of November the weather was warmer than usual with no hint of fall in the air.
Bret was wearing the boxers and undershirt he’d worn in the Army. Colton had stripped down to his Haynes briefs and T-shirt, while Colton was in a pair of basketball shorts and jersey.
It was late afternoon and none of them was sleepy. Small talk had petered out and they sat or lay in silence for several long minutes, each one trying to think of something to say.
This was a dry county, but Bret had driven to the neighboring county and bought what he considered a quart of Smirnoff vodka, a pint of Jose Cuervo and a pint of Kahlua. He also had learned where to score weed. It was time to start a party, or at least break the boredom. He reached under his bed and pulled out the paper bags he’d tucked away there.
They didn’t have any ice, but none was needed. Trevor had drunk little and knew nothing about the differences in liquors. Colton had limited his consumption for the last couple of years, but they both had used weed from time to time when somebody offered it.
Bret rolled a joint and leisurely took the first three tokes before offering it to Colton. Trevor was sitting on the edge of his bunk, swinging his legs in anticipation of his turn. Bret opened the bottle of vodka and then the Kahlua.
“Ever had a Black Russian?” he asked, not looking at either of his companions.
He got no answer and glanced up. They both were shaking their heads “No.”
“Colt,” he commanded. “Get the glasses.”
Colton jumped up and handed the joint up to Trevor. He went to the sink and got the three plastic cups that held their toothbrushes. Bret measured out an equal amount in each cup.
“You know which glass is which?” Bret asked.
“Sure,” Colton said. It was obvious he probably had no idea, but none of them really cared. The alcohol would kill any germs, was the shared unspoken opinion.
Bret reached his arm up and snapped his fingers. Trevor jumped down and handed him back the still-glowing roach. Bret unpinned a safety pin from his pillowcase and stuck it into the roach so he could take the last toke from it. He handed it to Colton and with his hand indicated for him to scatter it in the sink and rinse the residue down the drain.
He handed a plastic cup to each of them and said, “Sip, don’t chug. It isn’t beer, and it’s gotta last.”
Colton sat back on his bunk and took a sip. He coughed, but recovered and acted as if hadn’t happened. He glanced up at Trevor standing in the middle of the room and patted the bed beside him. Trevor stepped over to the bunk and sat down next to Colton.
He sipped his drink and valiantly suppressed a cough that formed in his throat. He looked at Colton and grinned.
“Something I’ve never asked you guys,” Bret said. “Either of you got a girlfriend?”
Colton shook his head with his cup almost to his lips. He took a sip.
“Not anymore. I used to, but that was a couple years ago. I’m lookin’, though.”
Bret shifted his gaze to Trevor. “You?”
Trevor had begun to take a sip but lowered his cup. “No,” was all he said.
Bret tucked his chin down and wrinkled his brow. “Have you ever?”
“A steady girl? No, but I had a lot of girlfriends, you know. I mean, well, we never really dated, but we’d sort of make pairs and go places, like skating or swimming, or to somebody’s party.”
He stopped as if he’d said too much. Bret continued looking at him.
“Drink your drink,” he said.
After a minute he said, “I bet you two are both virgins. Never even saw a pussy.”
“Shit,” Colton said. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”