Kelly – Part 1

Do you know what it’s like be stuck in a dorm room with a male roommate, in an all-male residence hall, during a dry spell? When you can’t even masturbate because either your roommate is around, or you have homework or studying to do? I’ll tell you what it’s like. It’s like being starved. Red-blooded guys like me need a woman’s touch. We need to be between their legs, making them utter sounds only real men get to hear. We need the warmth and softness of a girl, or we go insane.

And I was going insane. I hadn’t jacked off in a month. A month. And I hadn’t been able to score. Either I fucked things up, or luck came in and fucked it up for me; there was no getting laid. It was wearing on me. My grades were beginning to slip, and I was getting irritable.

“FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK!” I tossed my Xbox controller onto my bed, to my right.
Even my game was suffering.
“You alright? Losing never used to piss you off this much.” Kevin was my roommate, and he was the more sensitive between us. He had a way of speaking his mind, too. For the moment, his words pissed me off even more.
“Fucking armor-locking motherfuckers.” I leaned back in my chair, exhaling.
“Yeah, they’re bastards, but c’mon, you’re overreacting. Something else is wrong.”
“What does it matter to you?”
Kevin looked at me, his brown eyes resolute. “Because it’s been miserable in here for the last few weeks. You just sit in here and fume and snap at me when I try to chill you out. Things used to be relaxed around here.”

I knew he was right; I was making things tense in our little room. But it pissed me off even more to hear it. I didn’t like being told I was wrong, or at fault. I didn’t always take it well.
“Goddamnit you whine a lot.” I stood up and grabbed my jacket. I needed to leave. I wanted to get away from the accusations, even if they were right.
“And you can’t face facts when it comes to yourself.” Kevin turned in his chair, leaning across the back of his chair.

I put on my jacket, and approached Kevin. I wanted to hit him now, I was so mad. His smarmy, know-it-all demeanor needed to go. I looked down at him, and he didn’t flinch one bit. I was bigger than him. Stronger than him. But I couldn’t hit him. And he knew it. I was always a bit of a softy, and I always had a soft spot for him. He was after all, my only real friend on campus. The only guy who got me, who I could hang out with anytime and feel comfortable with.

“I need to go. Get some air. I’ll see you later.” I turned to leave, but Kevin was faster. He leapt for his shoes and jacket as well, and I was nearly out the room when he came up behind me. “Not without me, big guy.”
I sighed, waiting outside the door for him. “Fine.” I couldn’t help but smile. Kevin’s charm was disarming, and in a word: cute. I didn’t feel ashamed to admit that to myself. And he cared. Such a rare quality these days. Guys need support too. And it’s great to have that one guy who can help you out.
“Where we goin’?” Kevin said, now leaning on me with his hand to get a shoe on.
“Figured I’d grab a drink.”

“You were gonna sit at the bar, alone? Seriously, James?” He looked at me. I just shrugged.
“Wouldn’t be the first time. Won’t be the last if this dry spell keeps up.” We walked out, down the hallway, and into the entry area. Down the steps, we found our way outside in the cool, winter air.