Play Rehearsal

I was not looking forward to going off to college.First, as an only child I had my own room all my life and now I was going to have to share. Second, I was use to putting things were I wanted them and did not have to worry about whether some one was going to move it or did not want it there. I am not a slob, but I like things arranged by availability not necessarily by what looks good or neat.One example is at home I have a small refrigerator as a nightstand because I like a cold glass of milk before bed and drinks while working on my homework.My whole life was going to have to change.

When I got to college and to my assigned room I was surprised to find my roommate already moved in and had arranged the room the way he wanted it. He was very generous in the fact that he gave me the area near the window and the area was a little larger.Not that the shoebox room had very much to begin with.The really only good point was that we were in a two man room compared to most rooms were three and four man rooms.We were on one end of the hall and the restroom and showers on the other, the break area in the middle and the T.V. room in between both of them.So for privacy and quietness the room was ideal.

My roommate (a junior) was an Alabama farm boy with the all-American male looks with broad shoulders, blondish-brown hair, hazel eyes, square jaw, 6'2", and 200 lbs 100% pure beef.Naturally, he is on the football team and to my surprise in drama.At 22 years of age he looked like he could model for any swim suit magazine and I sure would want to see him in an underwear issue, maybe a tight pair of light blue G-strings or a beige pair to match his skin tone.I on the other hand am not quit as good looking, at 19 I still get a pimple now and then, weighing in at an astonishing 127 lbs of bones for my over tall frame of 5'7".I have brown hair, green eyes, less than a swimmer's build; with a ten-pound weight I would have ten-pound worth of muscles.

I could already tell my freshman year would soon be one that I would look forward to forgetting.

Actually everything went great.My roommate was funny, down to earth and easy to talk to.No one picked on me like in high school; even the jocks that came to our room were cool with me.In high school being on the swim team made me a jock in some people's view, but in others I was a wimp. Here everyone treated you like you are a person whether you played a sport or not.

After the Christmas break, things changed a little.I was having more swim team practices and Mark (my roommate) was spending more time in the room. One evening after I got back from practice Mark was laying on his bunk and it looked as though he had been crying.Now I am not the smartest man in the world, but I do know that you never accuse a man of crying.I started some small talk to see if I could figure out what was wrong.He had been working on his role for a play that was to open in a couple of weeks.He was having trouble memorizing his lines, but his major problem was that he was to romantically kiss his wife to be in the play.It took some time to get that out of him, but it seems that this great looking guy has never kissed a girl passionately.The fact that he was going to have to kiss her on stage in front of a bunch of people made it worse.He had asked her to practice the lines and to rehearse the kiss but she refused stating that the only reason he was in drama was to kiss the girls.That he was nothing but a dumb jock.

Then the shocker came.He asked me if I could help.

The first thing that went through my mind was that this jock wanted me to teach him how to kiss passionately.Then I realized he must have been asking if I knew anyone who could teach him.I told him that I did not know any girls that could teach him how to kiss, however being a great looking guy he should not have any trouble finding a hundred girls who would teach him how to kiss.

He said, "If I could get a hundred girls then I would know how to kiss by now."

Until that second I had never though about it, being a roommate for over 5 months and not one date and not one conversation about girls.I know why I don't talk about them, but him?I mean as ugly as I am no one would want me, but him on the other hand; he was like every girl's dream of a perfect guy with a great personality to go with the looks.I know I sure wanted him.

"Why don't you have a girlfriend?"

"You haven't figured it out by now?The same reason you don't!"

"I find that hard to believe, your great looks, fantastic personality, witty humor, and award winning smile compare to a lanky, short, ugly peon."

"You're not ugly, lanky or a peon, short I'll give you if you want to be compared to a giant"

"So why don't you have girlfriend?"

"Why don't you have a girlfriend?"

"Because no one would have me."

"Liar"

"Who?Why am I a liar?If you were a girl would you want me?"

"I am not a girl but I would take you in a heart beat.You are a great guy, a little short, but a great guy."

There is a very long pause.My mind is racing through a thousand possibilities.What is he saying?I think he is saying that he is gay but that would not correspond with my luck.I know that I am gay but he would not know that.I have done a great job of covering up my sexual preference just to keep from getting my ass kicked.I even leave straight porn magazines on my nightstand like I had jacked off to them earlier.I hang around a couple of girls who like me. (Not that any of them would date me.) My luck would be that he is homophobic and wants to find out if I am gay to kick my ass or kill me.

Finally, as if my mind just stopped working and the only smart thing I could do was to ask a stupid question, "Are you telling me that you are gay?"

"Bingo"

"And you think I am gay?"

"Bingo"

Now I have to play it off just incase this is a trail to see if I will admit to being gay so that he can tell his buddies and they can take turns kicking my butt.I have worked very hard over the last few years to ensure that no one knows that I am gay and I have no intentions of ruining that now."What makes you think that I am gay?"

He gives me one of those; `You know you are so just admit it' looks."Are you saying your not?"

Another long pause.

He gets up and moves over to me.He stands a bout a foot in front of me looking down into my eyes.He only has on a pair of gym shorts.His body is so hot.I am memorized that he is standing so close to me with his chest right above eye level I look up to stare at his perfect nickel size nipples with.....

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