The Day We Met (Patreon)

July 2019:

It was orientation day at my soon-to-be college, and I was about as nervous as any incoming freshman would be. My parents had just dropped me off, and the new students would be spending the night in their designated dorms.

I kept to myself mostly, as I usually do. My assigned roommates seemed pretty nice, but I just kinda felt outa the loop. They were bigger jock types, kind of dense and not the most flattering of features. They weren’t an ugly bunch, but they weren’t exactly the handsome and charming jocks from Disney Channel and Nickelodeon. They also seemed to already know each other well, and were studying the same things. Sleeping overnight wasn’t that hot either. I mean technically it was crazy hot; I guess the school AC hadn’t been turned on. What I mean though was that the other guys stayed up till about 2 AM talking at full volume while I was trying to sleep. Then when they finally went to bed, at least one of them snored like a bear. By 6:30 I had gotten virtually no sleep and decided to get out of that nightmare and take a walk around the campus.

I explored a few other buildings, met some other students and a couple staff members. Surprisingly most things were already opened, so nobody thought I was snooping around. I ended my little self-tour at the dining hall where I swiped in to get breakfast. The food was all on the tables in the center of the room, as well as the side queue for the hot meals. I grabbed, from what I remember, a muffin and a bowl of cereal and claimed an empty table. A few other tables were occupied but the morning rush had definitely not happened yet, and I didn’t have any orientation plans until 9 AM anyway.

A good chunk of time passed as I got lost in YouTube videos, Instagram, and a few friend group chats. Before I knew it, it was already 8:20. I was just about to pack it up and leave when I saw my 3 burly roommates walking over with another guy I didn’t recognize. They gave me a wave and I responded with a smile and a head nod to hide my inner “damnit!”

“Hey man,” one said, “You mind if we sit with ya.” I started to feel kinda bad for judging their oafish appearances, because they were a pretty nice bunch when it came to former high school jocks/popular kids.

“Yeah sure,” I said and they all sat down with their filled breakfast trays. That’s when I really noticed the fourth member of this band. It’s a moment that I remember so vividly to this day, because my heart had started to race. This fourth guy wasn’t big boned or dense looking like the other guys. Though he was just as tall (about 6 feet or so I figured to my 5’8.) And he was so handsome. Compared to his friends, he was basically glowing. His build was smaller but still lean and athletic. He gave me a smile and a head nod that made me tremble a little. I did my best to hide it.

“Sorry we missed you head out,” one of the other guys said to me, which quickly snapped me out of the trance I had been in. “We’re gonna eat real quick then can go to the dorm meeting afterwords.”

“Yeah, that sounds perfect,” I said.

We all talked and got more acquainted. The guys talked a little more to each other than to me, but that was okay. They knew each other better obviously, and if they didn’t, maybe their inner ‘bros’ just clicked?  Regardless, they made sure to include me in the conversation enough, which I appreciated. Mostly because I wanted an excuse to get a good look at this cute friend of theirs. His eyes were attentive and calming, his laugh was warm, and his speaking voice was smooth. As the minutes went by, I started to notice how fast the guys ate.  I guess I expected it because they were a big bunch but jeez. And then I realized how fast the cute boy was eating too. In fact, by the time I stopped gushing over him from the other side of the table, I noticed that while the others’ trays were low on food, his was wiped clean! As his friends continued talking, he got up (looking like a tall glass of water) and did a big stretch with his arms. He elongated his back, showing me a flat toned stomach that somehow was hiding 2 muffins, 2 waffles, a bowl of cereal, and a glass of milk. I was impressed and turned on even more. He took his tray and walked away, giving me a look at his juicy ass and muscular thighs. Goddamn. I initially thought he was going to put his tray with the dirty ones, but instead he strode over to the food table and started grabbing seconds, filling up on more muffins and cookies and waffles from the kitchen. As he walked back, I was able to briefly study his physique under his shirt, which fit him perfectly snug. I was trying to see if he looked bloated at all or maybe was hiding a healthy layer of tummy under there, but I wasn’t able to detect anything. He swung his powerful legs over the bench and sat back down to rejoin the con’bro’sation going on at the table. As he mingled with his friends, he continued to take big bites into his muffins and chocolate chip waffles. He was making all the food disappear yet again. One of the other guys got up for seconds but only got half as much. The leanest guy of this bunch was putting away an insane amount of food. At one point, he made a face and let out a burp (like the low roar of a lion), which went virtually unnoticed by the pack.

It was about 8:50 now and we decided to head back to the dorm for the meeting. The cutie got up and stretched again, and I thought I saw a slight outward curve to his stomach. He had eaten 4 muffins, 4 waffles, 2 bowls of cereal, 4 cookies, and 2 glasses of milk like it was nothing. After finishing his stretch, he mindlessly put one big hand on his flat stomach and began to stroke and rub a little.

‘Oh fuck’ I thought. ‘Don’t get up with a boner. You have to stand up!’

I hid my pants with my bag as we left the dining hall to remain undetected, and I was literally throbbing as I watched this boy lope his way out of the building, one hand comforting his full, yet toned gut every few feet. During the walk back, I remember him putting one big hand to his puffed out face.

“Brrrrrp. Whew.” I wanted to jerk off on my bed so bad right now. I wanted to lock myself in a bathroom stall and let these emotions out. I wanted to have that big beautiful boy so bad...

We got to the dorm meeting just in time. I don’t even remember most of what was said, frankly because I was too obsessed with trying to get side glimpses of that beautiful specimen, who just happened to sit right next to me in the common room.

I was thinking, ‘maybe, if I just stick it out with his friends, I’ll be able to see him more often. That would be amazing.’

After the meeting had ended, my three roommates said they were gonna go to another activity on their agenda. The cutie said something about having an hour to kill before the next thing on his schedule. His friends waved and left with a bunch of other students, though some had stayed to hang out and talk in the common room.

“So, where are you from, bud?”

I was so taken aback when I realized that this cute boy actually wanted to spend some of his free time talking to me...I told him where I was from, what I studied, my interests, this, that, and the other thing. He did the same. He was a good story teller and great at conversation. As an awkward social person, I was waiting for that moment where I wouldn’t be able to think of something to say fast enough, or he would run out of steam, and there would be a void of silence between us that would direct him to end the moment and be on his way. But that moment never came. Not once did he let it happen. And not once did I run out of things to talk to him about. And for maybe about 15 minute or so, we literally just talked and made each other laugh. The vibes I got from him were very platonic and I never once thought that he he felt anything beyond that. He, a surely very popular former high school jock-type(I remember him saying something about playing baseball?), was being a social butterfly with me! And I basked in every moment of it! And for a second, I almost forgot that I had the hots for him, and just felt like I was talking to my new college friend. I remember the way he sat in his chair too. Leaned back, long legs spread wide. His shirt gently outlined his torso. His arms crossed over his chest. He has swag, he had charisma, he had everything...

After mentioning that he wasn’t too thrilled with his assigned roommates or the dorm, he talked about getting a place off campus to call home. He said he’s heard about too much shit happening in freshman dorms that he wants no part of, which I respected completely.

“Did you ask any of your...buddies?” I asked. ‘Buddies’ is definitely not a word a gay boy typically uses but I was trying to assimilate to his bro lingo. Or at least meet him in the middle.

“Yeah, but they wanna stay on campus, get the whole college experience. But we’re near a big city, and I’m sure I could find something nearby.

“I get that,” I said. “I’m kinda dreading some of that stuff I’ve heard about too.”

“Well, if you want, we could try finding a place to bunk together. It’d also be easier to pay for rent with two. I’ve got an online job proofreading kids papers and my dad said he’d help me out too.”

Okay before I continue:

#1 OMG he asked me to share a room with him!

#2 He gets paid to proofread, which means he likes reading, which means he’s smart too?? HOLY SHIT.

Okay I’m done lol.

I told him that sounded like it could work; I had planned on getting a part time ushering job at a nearby theatre to earn some extra money anyway.

I had no idea what was to come. I had no idea what he was about to transform into over the best year. I had no idea that that toned, slightly bloated stomach would grow into the belly of a fat daddy. I had no idea he was still going through a late growth spurt and would eventually be touching 6’2! I had no clue what was ahead. I just enjoyed our time as I silently swam in those dreamy eyes...