The three random words this time are voracious, hallmark, illustrious, and the piece is called My Roommate’s Surprise (A Coming Out Story). You can read it on my website or check it out below.
7/6/2015: Edited to change story link and add text below.
My Roommate’s Surprise (A Coming Out Story)
by Sloan Parker
Two words from my college roommate, and I couldn’t blink, much less speak, or even keep my mouth from hanging open like I had a spontaneous, uncontrollable drooling problem.
I had lived with him for the past two years, and I’d had no idea.
I forced down a swallow. “You’re…”
“Gay.” He spoke the word slowly as if I might not understand what it meant.
What a laugh. Everyone had suspected I was gay long before I’d been certain of it myself. When I’d worked up the courage to tell my parents during Thanksgiving dinner four years ago, my mom exhaled a long breath like she’d been waiting for some horrible news instead, then said, “That’s not news to us, honey, and we are very proud of you. Please pass the mashed potatoes.”
So that was that. I was gay, and I’d been the last person in my life to realize it.
But Rex? The illustrious twenty-eight-year-old tattoo artist who, on a dare from a customer in his shop, filled out an application for Harvard, and when he was accepted, had decided to sell his shop and move to a dorm on campus so he could have the full “college experience.”
Did that mean he wanted to do the curious-college-gay-experiment thing too? Or was he really telling me he already liked to fuck guys?
Rex had always had a voracious appetite for women. And they for him. What with the tribal tattoos covering his upper body and a physique that had the art students begging him to drop his pants for their Nude Drawings course. He was always dating women. And fucking them.
Or so I’d thought.
Maybe I’d never really known him.
Maybe these past two years had all been an act.
He threw me his hallmark grin. The one that showcased the dimples, even through the dark stubble on his face. The one that came with the pointed look in his eyes that said he was about to tease me about my love of cock—which had been happening more and more often as of late.
I was beginning to get that I might’ve missed something about him after all.
This time he didn’t tease. He came to me, grabbed me by the back of the neck, then kissed me.
Not a slow, soft brush of lips, but a passionate, wild kiss that ended with me panting, sprawled out on my back across his bed, his body pressing into mine in all the right places.
He pulled back and gave me that grin again as he rubbed my cock through my jeans.
He’d definitely done this before.
“Yeah,” I said. “You’re gay.”
And for the next hour and a half he showed me just how gay.
Copyright (c) July 2013 by Sloan Parker