Chet managed to get up and walk to the shower without bothering to wrap a towel around his waist to hide the tent in his boxers. Bryce used the time to straighten up Chet’s disheveled bed and toss the smelly clothing in the laundry hamper. He also combed his hair then, with a towel around his waist, went to brush his teeth. Chet, unaware of Bryce’s presence, was talking with a teammate, Dan, who also lived in the dorm.
“Damn those fucking bitches!” Chet couldn’t let go of his beef against the girls. “Good thing I have a fuck buddy.”
“Yeah? Lucky you.”
“You bet. We have a very handy deal; my butt boy puts out whenever I need to relieve my blue balls. A great cocksucker and he lets me fuck his ass−not as good as a pussy but it’s better than my fist. Best thing, there’s no mushy kissing and lovey-dovey talk afterwards. It’s over and done, we turn over and go to sleep.”
Furious Bryce returned to the room, dressed and went to the Resident Assistant’s room. Diego was a graduate student at a local university getting free room and board, as well as a small stipend at Woodcrest. Handsome, tall, and proud of his Hispanic heritage, which he traced to a great, great, great (he wasn’t sure of how many “greats”) grandfather who was a governor in Santa Fe under the Spanish. Diego immediately put his arms around Bryce’s shoulder and led the distraught youngster to small sofa where they sat side-by-side, close enough that Diego could keep his arm in place. “What’s the matter?” Diego’s deep voice was calming.
“My roommate’s an asshole. I want to switch rooms.”
“Tell me all about it. Did he hit you?”
“No, he takes advantage of me and embarrasses me.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad. Give me some details.”
‘Well, he…uh...he talks about me with his friends.”
“What does he say?”
“I’ve got to go…” Bryce starts to stand up. Diego’s arm around his shoulders holds the boy on the sofa.
“Is their something sexual between you?”
“Yes.” Bryce’s voice was barely audible.
“And he brags about it?”
‘Yes! He told Dan I was ‘handy’ and I sucked his cock and got fucked.”
“Is it true?”
“Yes, but not in the dirty way he described it.” Bryce burst into tears and Diego held him closer. “He…he said I was good…but not as good as a pussy!” The young student’s body trembled as he sobbed against the Resident Assistant’s firm, broad chest.
“There, there. He’s a typical dumb jock.” Diego rubbed the sobbing boy’s back and smoothed his hair, eventually bringing the crying to an end. When Bryce recovered he left his face buried in the older student’s muscular chest. A few of the Latino’s black hairs poked through the worn white tee shirt and tickled Bryce’s nose causing him to giggle.
“Your hairs tickle,” he mumbled into the thin cloth. Diego’s arm hugged the youth more tightly allowing the confused teen to savor the masculine aroma wafting from his armpits.
“It’s okay. I’ll see about the room transfer.”
