I just would never get to lay a finger on him.īeing his roommate, I got to see parts of him that no one else did.
Only problem was I realized he was a really homophobic guy, but I figured since I wasn't out it wouldn't matter to me. We didn't really do anything together but sometimes we'd hang out but we never had problems and got along really well. From that day on we got along like we were best friends our whole lives. I shook my nasty thoughts out of my head and introduced myself as well. This is going to be one hell of a year, I said to myself. He was wearing a skate-brand t-shirt, jeans, and skate shoes. He had short scruffy hair, lovely brown eyes, deliciously olive skin, and a huge beaming smile. I had expected some white frat guy to be my roommate, so seeing that I had the biggest fetish for Asian guys, it took everything in me to not kiss him and pull him on top of me in bed right then and there. Standing next to my bed was the most beautiful Asian guy I had seen in my life. He introduced himself, "Hi, I'm Nathan, your roommate." I introduced myself as speechless. I started to unpack my things, set up my room, but I got tired so I decided to have a quick nap in my new bed.Ībout an hour later I woke up with a face smiling above me.
I hope he's butt ugly so I'll never have to worry about crushing on him. "Goddamn, he's straight," I thought to myself. Then I noticed the posters all over the wall. There were empty boxes all over the room, so I assumed my roommate had already finished unpacking and was somewhere. The bed was done, in contrast to my side which was bare and empty. Clothes neatly hung in one of the closets, and a computer was already set up on one of the desks. I got there rather late, so when I got to my room, no one was in there but there was stuff already on one side of the room. oh, if only they showed a picture of him, I thought.Įventually the first day of college came and I had to move in. I got my roommate's personal info, and it said his name was Nathan, but no other information was given, not even a last name. Before I moved in I hoped that my roommate wouldn't be hot, because I knew I'd go crazy if he was and I couldn't touch him. My freshman year of college, like most guys, I lived in the dorms.