My awakening at college- part 1

Well before I start I should really tell your something about how all of this happened. It’s pretty simple really, middle teen guy going through a whole load of shit with college, family, and love. Basically, all the things that all teenagers go through when they hit that long confusing rollercoaster ride called puberty, except that for the most part I was completely ahead of the times and thought that I was happy with it all. That was, until I met Jason, then all my world just went spinning out of control in a haze of men/work/friends and lust….

It all started during the spring term of my first year at Barton Peveril College. I was in the middle of rehearsing for my Drama exam, doing miserably as usual (u know how lazy people can be) and becoming more and more frustrated as our sound technician made mistake after mistake. I was on the brink of ringing his very scrawny neck when Liz (our drama teacher) suggested we have a break and go out in the sun as it was forecast for rain that afternoon, so we may just as well make the most of it. While walking to the bench where my group of friends and I hangout, I was intercepted by my tutor, who was concerned about my home life. (I had had many sessions talking to her about my parents and the trouble they were having) She told me that I should go to the college counsellor and talk about it. I was reluctant and protested that I needed to go back to my drama lesson. After a few minutes, she had called the drama department and explained the situation, then lead me to the counselling office. It was a large room, plainly decorated which a desk at the far end by the window, a bookcase, and one of those sofa things that u see in psychiatric programmes on TV. The room was almost completely empty, except for myself and the fish tank that sat next to the desk. I was sat on the sofa for I’d say ten minutes before I heard the door handle turn and Jason, the counsellor walked in.

My heart skipped a beat and I almost wanted to hide in some wardrobe. This man (I say man, but he was only in his early 20’s) who I had never seen before in my life and until this moment had constantly avoided seeing stood in the doorway. His short spiky hair and perfectly formed face illuminated the room with his aura. Such a face, he had quite podgy cheeks and showed off a pair of dimples that would melt any heart. His hair was set back leaving a very broad forehead and the spikes were dark with a few red lowlights weaving through them. He was wearing glasses, probably an expensive make like Storm or CK, that fit perfectly over his deep piercing blue eyes. I was lost in his eyes for a second too long and he noticed that I was staring at him. He glanced at me, as if eyeing me up and I could almost feel his eyes on me, like a serpent slithering round its pray before it constricts. Escaping the absolute wonder of his gaze and steadying my nerves, I worked me way down his neck and his chest. What a man, his broad shoulders stretched form each side of the door to the other, and he was wearing a fairly loose fitting oriental shirt, with a low v-neck collar, that revealed a few wisps of dark curly hair and two very muscular pecks. The shirt was loos but I could till make out a very firm flat stomach, which protruded about 2 inches form his body. If I could describe is body in a simpler way, then it would just scream weight lifter. He was wearing a pair of ¾ length trousers that were embroidered with a dragon design running from the top of his waistband down the front and side of his outer leg. 

I was snapped back to reality when Jason closed the door with a ‘clank’. I sat nervously on the edge of the sofa as he walked towards me and sat down on the far end in a similar position.
“Would you like to tell me what’s on your mind? from what I have heard, you seem to be in a bit of a state” Jason asked, his voice was like a orchestra of angels, and his tone was warm and friendly.

“i.. I, I don’t know, I just feel so bogged down with work and…” I trailed off, not wanting to continue
“And what?” “Come on, u can talk to me, it is my job you know. And anything you say will be completely confidential”
“Ok, well lately I have just been getting all these really confusing emotions and feelings when guys walk past me in college, I mean, I never thought that I would get those feelings, and it scares me as I know how my parents feel about… u know… that subject”
“You mean u think you might be bisexual?”
“Well… yeah, but the thought scares me”
There was a silence, and I felt as if my shoulders were being pushed into the floor, I could feel the tears forming in the corners of my eyes. I turned and looked at Jason, who was smiling at me; a smile that filled my heart and soul with an uncontrollable feeling of warmth and security.
“Its ok” Jason whispered in a hushed voice, as he repositioned himself so that he was directly adjacent to me.
“I know how this must be for you”. I raised my head and glanced at him, tears running softly down my cheek “but how? how do you know?”
I already knew the answer to that, but I asked him anyway. Jason scooted closer, so that his thick thigh was pressing against mine. I felt a stirring in my groin, and abruptly jumped away.

“Look” Jason exclaimed, resting one hand on my knee and the other laid across my shoulders.
“I know how hard this must be for you, as I was once in your position myself. Its hard, but I am here to help in any way I can… anyway at all” I could sense a slight amount of softens in his tone, and as he spoke, he rubbed me knee with his huge paw like hand. I turned and looked up at him, gazing deeply into his piercing blue eyes, and managed to strain a smile form my flushed, tearful face. I placed my hand hesitantly on his; that was now softly caressing my knee. He smiled and whispered “I want to help in anyway I can, but only if you want me to… do you want me to?”
“Yes… yes I want you. I mean I want you to help” my face flushed a shade of red I didn’t know existed and I was suddenly overwhelmed with embarrassment. Jason stood up, releasing me from his tender grip, and walked to the door. I heard a ‘click’ as he turned the lock, and looked as he lowered the blind on the door window.
Jason then returned and sat on the far side of the sofa, with both arms draped over the edges, and his massive legs spread, as if he was slouching and inviting me to him. Hesitantly I slowly scooted over, my hands and legs shaking like a bowl of jelly (Jell-O to all you American readers). I stopped when I reached is leg. “Come on, I wont bite, well unless you want me to” he chuckled, and his giggle send shockwaves through my spine, I felt so tense at that moment I couldn’t move. Then Jason must have noticed my state and shifted his body so that he was sat close to me he placed his arm around my shoulders and gently pulled me to him. Instinctively I wrapped one arm around his waist, feeling his smooth body through that silky shirt, understood my other arm on his thigh.