it really is all in the head (part 2)

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[if you haven't already, read part 1 first]


think about it a minute: two naive, sheltered young men away from home and tasting heady freedom for the first time, thrown together by random luck of the draw--and not only might they both be gay, they might actually be hot for each other.

talk about winning the goddam lottery your first time outta the gate--and as colin's story emerged, this near-impossible scenario was looking more and more likely. i mean, consider:

the roommate

• talked vaguely about a girlfriend back home but had no pictures of her;
• had made little effort to make friends in his new environment, preferring to hang out with his roommate instead (which of course was fine with colin);
• had little if any interest in sports or other manly activities (yeah yeah, sports-fags--keep your protestations to yourselves);

and, most telling,

• found an endless variety of excuses to parade around their room half-nekkid--all the while avoiding direct eye contact with our boy.

and it was this combination of brazen and bashful that was driving colin mad with pent-up adolescent desire.

in fact, the sexual tension in that little dorm-room was apparently approaching critical mass: after lights-out, colin said, he could hear the roommate masturbating under his covers--at first surreptitious about it, he had become bolder as the weeks had gone by--and colin had started to match him stroke for stroke [yeah, at this point in the story we were all shifting around in our seats, too].

but nothing was ever said, not only because they were both too shy, but because the stakes were too high--one wrong move, and you're stuck sharing a room for the rest of the school year with an angry straight guy who's scornfully rebuffed your advances--neither was willing to risk it.

so what to do?

well, needless to say, the room had some ideas--in fact, in the heated discussion which followed colin's story, he was pretty much ignored as we hashed out the solution to his problem.

and while it wasn't a particularly radical course of action we ended up recommending, it'd still be more than a little scary and would take some guts on the boy's part--but it was shit-or-get-off-the-pot time, and we knew it. and colin knew it too--that's why he had come here.

when we were done laying it out for him, he stood up, squared his shoulders and said, "ok guys, i'm gonna do it, and i'm gonna do it tonight. i'll be back next week to tell you how it went."

and then he marched out, filled with resolve--and something told me that next tuesday i'd have a full house.


[stay tuned for part 3--and, unlike that lil' dick-tease colin, i promise i won't make you wait a week]