Sometimes Short for Samuel pt. 2

Sometimes Short for Samuel pt. 2

The first week in the dorm had flown past, I was falling into a routine. My nightly rendezvous with Matt was earning me some freedoms that I enjoyed. Jacob was so far unaware I think but growing suspicious of why I was getting up to use the bathroom every night at 2 AM. Jacob hadn’t mentioned the hand job I gave him on our first night together and I hadn’t brought it up. I imagined he was struggling with the idea that he had allowed a boy to handle his cock. I let it alone, figuring he would talk about it if he wanted, or maybe if he wanted another hand job. He was however not any stealthier about jerking it which was happening with what seemed like increased regularity.

Classes were pretty easy and large, most of them being freshmen level intro into this and that. The one exception being calculus 1, which I was able to sign up for because I took college level algebra while in high school. Most of the kids in the class were upperclassman save myself and one 16 year old Indian kid named Niro. He was some sort of prodigy and loved to tout it. After our first quiz he was extremely put out that I made a 98 and he only made a 96. What can I say math makes sense to me.



I had started looking for work also. I applied at the coffee shop in the campus bookstore and a couple of restaurants around the school within walking distance. The burger shop called Sparkie’s a couple of blocks from the dorm called first and I accepted the job as a cashier. Seemed easy enough, and it was close. It paid minimum wage but you got a share of the tip jar, and a free meal.

My first night went fine, I made a few dollars in tips scarfed down a double cheeseburger and some onion rings, and headed back to the dorm. When I got there it was about 10 o’clock and Jacob was already in the shower. I took my uniform off (just a polo style shirt) and dropped it in my dirty clothes hamper, I took off my pants and stood briefly in front of the full length mirror admiring my pink pantie clad derriere. The door opened suddenly and Jacob strolled in, immediately jumping into conversation as per usual.

“Hey there Sam, how was work? I just ate there the other day it was awesome I love their onion,” he paused eyeing me up and down. Seems he just noticed what I was wearing, very feminine pink cotton panties with white lace trim and a little flower embroidered on the waistband and a short form fitting white tank top undershirt, exposing my cute flat belly, “onion rings,” he continued.



“Dude…”he said.

“I… uh”

“Don’t mind me I don’t judge…” He stared at me for a moment. “ I mean if you are gay or something it’s ok with me, or trans? Or whatever? I mean we did that thing … so obviously I am somewhere on the rainbow spectrum too I guess.”

“I wasn’t going to bring it up if you didn’t want to talk about it I totally understand.” I said.

“No no no it’s cool I just you know didn’t want you to think I was homophobic or whatever” He said looking down at his feet. He was just out of the shower wearing some slides and his plush blue shower robe, his sandy blonde locks damp and clinging to his face and neck.

“I’m not sure if gay is right… and I’m not a transgender person I mean I don’t want to be a woman, but I have like this femme side that comes out sometimes… I like feminine things, and … looking in the mirror at myself … wearing…” I paused, “I’m just trying to figure it out I guess.”

“Yeah that’s cool man I’m totally cool with it. Whatever, I mean, you just gotta find out who you are, we all do.” he reached down to adjust his obvious growing erection and started for the top bunk. I heard his laptop open and knew what was coming next.



“I’m gonna grab a shower, I smell like onion rings,” I took off Samantha’s things and grabbed my robe out of my wardrobe and my shower kit and headed for the bathroom. I showered quickly, gave myself a quick enema to prepare for my late night with Matt, shaved myself clean, dried myself off and sat in the warm shower stall for a minute before throwing my robe back on and gathering my things. A couple of other kids were in the bathroom when I was leaving the shower and I heard one of them mutter, “Faggot,” under his breath while I was walking by.

“Don’t you wish,” I said, turning my head to see him blush quickly and bow out his chest in some desperate show of machismo.

Suddenly he rushed over to me and before I could react, punched me in my face. The force of the blow knocked me down. I sprawled out on the bathroom tiles my eye stinging tears welling up from the sharp pain, “Wha… fuck,” I said.

His buddy laughing, the triumphant bully stood over me gloating “ Watch your mouth punk, next time I’ll fuck you up good.” He stepped over me and walked out, his buddy spit at me when he walked by, luckily I was able to move enough out of the way that he missed.



I gathered myself and walked down the hall to my dorm room. When I entered the room was lit only by one lamp, and the sounds of Jacob pleasuring himself from the top bunk paused dramatically before resuming once I closed the door behind me. Not knowing what had come over me I dropped my shower supplies and nimbly scaled the ladder to Jacobs bunk and hopped into it with him. He was still in his robe which was flung open, reclined on a pile of pillows (I noted one of them was one of mine) with one leg upright and his and on his large cock. He looked startled but said nothing as I slid forward between his legs. I pushed his knee out of my way making him lean back and let go of his dick which I grabbed with both hands. I began stroking him with both hands twisting with the top hand as I reached the end of my stroke. He took in a breath sharply offering no resistance but still appearing shocked as I continued my methodical work.