Sean and Randy: Is this Love?

To make light of the situation Randy scored some whiskey and beer. The two guys would pass the night away having some drinks. They became silly at first. They chatted about all sorts of things. There was little worry of being caught having alcohol. Most were gone for the Labor Day holiday in September. They locked their door and had a lot of laughs. They had pizza and were good to go. The school was a newer college with showers and bathrooms in the rooms. They had plenty of privacy, no need to be among others. Plus they'd bought a small refrigerator for their dorm room stocked with things they needed.

The first hour Sean had really loosened up. So much so he actually broke down. The tears came fast. He missed home, family, and friends. He'd been through so much change in such a short period of time. Randy felt his pain and he swore it'd be their secret. The two young men bonded tighter in one night then they had since meeting. Randy let loose for a moment as well. The need to be brave and macho forced them to keep their true feelings locked inside. But the alcohol allowed them to loosen up and express themselves. It seemed childish when sober to miss home so much. But the fact was, they, and countless other freshmen went through the same flood of emotions and loss of family and friends.

Some time passed and Sean asked Randy if he was getting any pussy on campus. Randy stirred a bit on his bed. He was hoping the conversation wouldn't go there. He hesitated a moment or two and revealed he was a virgin. He'd had girlfriends but school, fears, and insecurities kept him pure. Sean admitted he'd only gotten a few blow jobs before his transformation and after that he'd become so busy he didn't have time. It wasn't to say he'd not thought about it, often. Girls took notice of him more but he wasn't going to succumb to them. He told Randy if they couldn't notice him before his transformation that they were shallow and he'd told himself he'd wait for college and start fresh. Randy knew where he was coming from.

Neither guy had much to compare and share but the talk of sex and being so young was just enough to cause them both to get hard. Randy had stripped down to his boxers earlier. The weather at this point hadn't changed much and the evening was pleasant. Sean tried his best not to stare, the booze made him lower his inhibitions. He saw that, like him, Randy was pretty much hairless naturally which benefited him as a swimmer. They both had happy trails that got lost somewhere deep in their underwear. He also took notice that Randy was a bit more tight and toned. Sean had yet to get his six pack of abs to be as prominent as his room mate's. The other revealed his heritage, a mix of Native American, Sicilian and Irish. The mixture gave him skin tone that looked tanned. His gray eyes melted in with the rest of his features with his blackish brown hair finishing off his appearance. Both men were eye catching hunks, no doubt about it.

The air in the room became stale. Randy moved over to the window to open it and let some fresh air in. They were on the third level of dorm rooms. The campus basically a ghost town with many gone away for the weekend. Their window faced the backside of the campus. It overlooked the football field, blocked mostly by trees that were slowly becoming decorated with the onset of fall colors. A breeze blew in at Randy. It was warm with a tinge of crispness, refreshing and a hint of a looming storm in the distance. You could smell the coming rain in the air. As the fresh air blew in the room Sean got a whiff of both the cleaner air and the overwhelming scent of his room mate. He refused the smell entering his body at first. The harder he tried, the harder it became. In a matter of moments the slightly older of the two became overtaken by the scent. He became like a primal shark bathing in the smells of a fish in trouble, a perfect meal. He even thought of such a scene in his mind. His pulse quickened, beads of sweat began accumulating in his more confined regions. He stifled a giggle as a bead left the soft nest of hair under his arms. It ran down his toned body before becoming lost on his bed.

Randy stood at the window gazing into the distance, looking nowhere in particular. Unbeknownst to him, his friend was checking out the sights hanging in the window. Sean convinced himself he was comparing himself to his friend. He ignored the stirring in his underwear as best he could, figuring it was the alcohol talking. The younger of the two was trying to capture a picture of a unique bird with his cell phone camera. As he did so, the phone slipped from his grip hitting the floor. As he bent over, his boxers, loose in the waistband from years of wear slipped down to his ankles. He barely made a fuss, thinking to himself they both have the same parts, no big deal if he sees.

The dark haired stud sat on the bed, mouth agape, struggling to take in what he saw. His mind spun out of control. His cock began to ache from the strain of needing relief. His cock, cut, close to 8" almost begged to cum. He grabbed a pillow to conceal the truth from his buddy. Randy nonchalantly bent down to grab his fallen boxers. Sean starred hard seeing his buddy's most private orifice. He couldn't see all that clearly sitting a few feet away, but there was a healthy spread of hair lining the soft walls. Urges were coming to the surface in Sean's mind. He fought to bury them, his cock betraying him.

Meanwhile, Randy was lifting his boxers back up. As he did so, the waistband got hooked-up. Randy, too, had gotten hard. The alcohol had relaxed him so much that it just happened naturally. Sean had grabbed for a book on the nightstand. It was a book of mixed drinks. He tried to appear interested in something else. Randy had not a clue of what lay hidden. As he walked his swollen cock, cut and almost 8" himself bobbled through the pee hole. The boxers refused to stay on.

"Fuck it. What's the point? These damn things are shot." He threw the old underwear on his bed before he reached it. He admitted to himself how horny he was. A thought crossed his mind for a moment, too afraid to cross that road in fear of losing his friendship with Sean. He sat down on his bed, hardly bothering to hide his cock. He wondered why Sean didn't respond or look up but the booze was winning out, his concern weaning.

Sean finally looked up. He tried to speak, struggling to find his voice. "Do, do you need to borrow a pair man?" Randy took notice of this. He had a gut feeling they were on the same page, both feeling too nervous to take that next step. He fought desperately to ignore the urges festering inside him.

"Bro, its too fuckin' hot and humid in here. I feel more free lettin' the boys just breathe." He let his words hang there, hoping his room mate would catch a hint. Silence filled the space between them for a moment or two. Sean swallowed hard, his pulse quickened even more. He hesitated.

The slightly older of the two wrestled with himself a bit, threw caution to the wind and dropped down his own underwear. Randy didn't stare, knowing the moment was tense enough. Instead he stirred the conversation elsewhere. " Toss me another beer Sean. I'm getting thirsty." Sean reached down to the fridge, grabbed two cold brews and they soon cracked them open savoring the golden liquid as it soothed their thirsts. It was enough a distraction to lower the tension in the room.

Some time passed and the two friends managed to knock off another beer apiece. In between they slammed a few shots of whiskey. Neither felt any pain or inhibitions at this point. Sean, totally out of character got up and went to sit on his buddy's bed. By now both men had regained their composure, their cocks long returned to their natural state. Sean was feeling good about this point. He leaned over to Randy to hug him. "Thanks for making this birthday a little easier man." To his surprise, Randy pushed back a bit. It took him by surprise. When they broke apart he could see tears on his friend's face.

Randy didn't draw out the moment. "I always wanted a friend like you in school man. There were times the loneliness and the inability to fit in was far too much. This makes up for that." Sean reached in and went back for the hug. The two friends held the embrace for a moment before getting silly. Randy sucked his finger to make it wet, inserted it in his bud's ear to give him a wet willy. The games escalated from there. They soon began wrestling around. They were careful not to come crashing down on the floor in case someone were around to hear.

It wasn't long, the continuous body to body contact stirred things up. Both men knew they'd gotten hard and were quick to take note the other had as well. They made no mention of it and continued their games. The room's smell changed from sweet fresh air to air filled with the natural scent of two men being physical. Pheromones were being released into the air adding to the mood. The air was saturated with the scent of men.

As Sean sat at his booth he was jolted from his thoughts. The latest rounds of flights being ready to board were being announced. Sean listened for his. "Flight C 819 to..." Just then his phone went off. It was the call he'd been waiting for. It was Randy. He grabbed his cell phone, heart racing, hands trembling and wet with sweat from his nervousness. He struggled for a moment to open the phone, his mind shouting at him to answer before Randy gave up or the call was sent to voicemail. He managed to finally open his phone, hit the answer button and talked. He tried in vein to suppress his elation.

"He-hello.." He knew he'd given away so much of himself.

"Hey man. Its me. Been hell in this snow. Almost got into three accidents on my way home. Even saw a few pretty bad ones. Are you well?" He didn't wait for an answer. "I'll be home in about two and a half hours. I'll call then. If you're in flight, I'll leave a VM. Be well. Bye."

Sean only had time to mumble an "uh huh" to being all right and a "bye" before the call ended.

He sat in his seat, more a wreck than before. He took comfort in hearing from Randy but the conversation was so rushed. He was hoping to hear he was missed or loved, nothing. This did nothing but eat at Sean. He heard that his flight was indeed ready to board. He gathered his things he was carrying on the plane, paid his tab and headed for his gate, his head in a virtual fog.

As he walked, the young man felt wetness. "Crap. I've got a precum stain." He looked down to see it was hidden by his sweatshirt. He ducked into the men's room real quick. He stood in front to the dryer for ones' hands, hoping it would diminish the spot. He realized he had a few moments, those with children, disabilities and the elderly would board first. He sat down to adjust his underwear, trying to dry them as well with some toilet paper. The door next to his opened and shut quickly. A man sat down, pants lowered, saw the activity and began tapping his foot. Sean recognized where this was going, rolled his eyes, grabbed his pants, hiked them up and headed out before they were even fully closed. He turned his head back, "Sorry. Got enough man troubles and I ain't no senator and damn sure not Republican. Later asshole." His words reeked of sarcasm and the need to lash out in an attempt to get out some of the things bothering him.

He heard the man say something in response but the call for his flight came again and the man was drowned out. It lifted the Sean's spirits some. Enough to mask his feelings while boarding his plane. He began to run to his gate, his backpack swinging back and forth throwing him off balance a bit.