I was already a sophomore in college with my major changing to psychology. It was a very interesting major about the habits of humans and I was already absorbing as much information I could. Luckily my freshman year consisted of core credits and I went the two semesters without a major. But, I digress, I’m not telling some boring story about surviving the higher education system. I’m telling the story of a boy who had a friend who had a very special talent. That is so very vague so let me go into more depth.
The first text came while I was writing my paper over the human brain. I was assigned the temporal lob which controls movement. It’s a very simple paper and it didn’t take me very long to write the minimum of three pages describing the function and location as well as what happens if this part of the brain is damaged or destroyed. At first I ignored the buzzing next to my laptop but it happened again and it was louder because it was pressed up against the corner of the computer, sending the vibration throughout the keyboard. As I opened up the messages app I was a little surprised to see the muscular Jason Ginger, lifting up his shirt and showing off his muscular yet fuzzy body. I thought this was some kind of mistake. He could have entered the wrong numbers when he put in the latest girls number or he was trying to play a prank I was not going to fall for. I locked the phone after staring at it for a couple more seconds and set my phone back down next to my computer. I finished my paper within the hour, got dinner, and went to bed.
My alarm went off at seven and I was up before my roommate. He was snoring on the bunk beneath me. We decided to bunk the beds when we moved in because there wasn’t enough space otherwise. This room was meant to be a broom closet with a bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. I needed to go to the gym and make healthier choices at the cafeteria on campus. I proceeded to brush my teeth and take a shower. Another alarm went off to make sure I was awake on time and I swiped at the screen to shut it up. My roommate had mysteriously disappeared like he normally did. Locking the door behind me, I said hello to the nun living on my floor. I went to a catholic university so this was normal. She had a warm smile and occasionally baked goods for the lounge. The buildings and the nuns were catholic, the students were not.
“Good morning, sister.” I smiled at her warmly and she rocked in her chair with the door open. She smiled and continued to pet the dog on her lap and watch the soap opera on the television set. I passed the library and the business building and the wellness center, finally arriving at thee building for the sciences. It was a fairly large building with crisp brick walls and clear windows that peered inside at the ends of the hallways. In class, I sat down in my usual seat, pulled out my laptop and book, ready to listen and learn. As the professor walked in I noticed Jason Ginger sitting two rows in front of me, his notebook and text book laying in front of him.
“Alright let’s begin. I received everyone’s paper online and I appreciate all of you being responsible young adults. I’m sure all of you spent hours working on this very difficult assignments.” He had a hint of playful sarcasm to his voice. I let out a soft giggle and then felt buzzing in my pocket. This wasn’t high school and the professor was very lenient about his phone policy. I entered the messaging app and it was from the same number as last night. As I pressed on it with my finger there was another picture of Jason except this time his shirt was off and he was wearing pants.
I flipped my phone over to avoid all of the prying eyes behind me and listened to the lecturer as an erection was being created in my pants. I was trying to wrap my head around the fact that he just sent me this photo in the middle of class. I watched the back of his head as he took notes and I could see his phone lighting up in his lap. As I continued to listen to the lecture I gradually forgot about the text until my phone went off again, buzzing on the table in front of me. I looked at Jason and he was sliding his phone into his lap and then I watched as he rubbed his crotch. I was trying to ignore my own.
“The temporal lobe is located beneath the lateral fissure on both cerebral hemispheres and processes sensory input. This is basically everything involved in visual memory, language comprehension, and emotion association. It also talks with the hippocampus and has a very important role in the formation of long-term memories.” He clicked the button on his remote that made the slideshow move to the next slide. He noticed me looking at my phone. “I know you wrote a brilliant paper, and I mean that sincerely, but that doesn’t mean you can ignore my lecture.” He started addressing the whole class. “If I need to adjust my phone policy I can.” He looked back at me and watched me lower my phone next to my keyboard. Jason caught my eye. He was giggling to himself and I watched him send another one. My phone buzzed and I sneakily clicked on the screen to see the text. It was yet another photo of him minus everything else.
I held my breath and locked the phone, taking notes. Jason was giving me some very naughty side eye from his seat, looking back to see my reaction. I stifled a smile. The lecture went on for the next hour and I closed my laptop when were were dismissed. I went chasing after Jason but the professor stopped me.
“You had a very good essay, I can see why you switched majors. I’m your new advisor, that’s why I stopped you. We both know each others names since you have my syllabus and I have you records on my computer but I thought we could have a meeting sometime later this week?”
“Sounds good.” I smiled at him, looking a little antsy.
“I’m sorry for taking up your time. Have a good day.”
“Thank Mr. Devons. I’ll email you. I just have class.” I was lying but it was a pretty convincing lie.
“Ah. I see. Well, I look forward to our meeting.”
“I do too.” My voice trailed off as I passed the door, leaving the professor to pack up his things. I tried to catch up to Jason but I wasn’t the running type. Luckily I knew where he lived. Unfortunately, it wasn’t someplace I liked going.
The hall was filled with the jocks of the university as well as the few unlucky members of the freshman group who submitted their application a little late. The boys pissed on hand rails and were up until the crack of dawn yelling down the hallway and throwing shit around. I knocked on the door of the one and only Jason Ginger, waiting for him to answer the door. He had a long break between our psychology class and his next class just as I did.
“Open up, you asshole.” There was a collective booing sound from the hallway. My phone rang and I looked at it again, actually not surprised that the image was his naked body just closer than the previous one.
“That’s it!” I pounded on the door and then the lock unlocked and a hand reached out and grabbed me, bringing me inside. I stumbled around but I felt the strong arms helping me regain my balance.
“You alright?” Jason asked. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and I was staring to long at his chest. I kind of just wanted to rub my face on it. “I was just about to take a nap if you wanted to join me.” He flexed and bit his lip. He looked so sexy.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I said, showing him my phone. He was smiling as he relaxed his body. Even then it still looked like someone designed his body to look like a Greek statue. Then the weirdest thing happened. This is the part in the story that all of you are going to like. I watched as his body started to tremble and sweat, his muscles tensing up involuntarily as his head fell backwards. His body folded forwards and then fell onto the ground. Standing in his place was my roommate.
“Hey there, Max.” He waved as he stood in front of me without clothing.
“What? Now I’m even more confused.” I let my hands hang at my sides.
“Well, the first day we moved in together I had a little crush on you. You were so sweet and cared about what I thought about the room and you even got the approval of my parents when they took us out to eat. You were the perfect roommate and you were just so cute. I was a little upset that we bunked but I liked it when you came in late after studying and you tried to be as quiet as possible. You cared about me.” He was smiling and then he saw me look at the body on the ground. “And I can be whoever you want. I was trying to figure out your type and then I saw you admiring this guy during our wellness class. I knew I would give it a try and I think I just got a little carried away with the text messages.”
“Well, they were alright. I secretly saved them anyways.” I grinned.
“You don’t have to save the images you can have the image.” My roommate bent over and picked up the body of Jason Ginger and I watched him slide into him, my roommate bonding with Jason. He stumbled to his feet as his body was trembling after getting used to another take over and I could see the beads of sweat dripping down his body. “Or whoever else you want.” He inched closer, flexing his body and lifting his arm up over his head. I slid my hand over his body, his hair slipping between my fingers and I could smell his sweat. He had such a good scent.
“Well, let’s take this slow at first.” I panted as he reached inside of my pants, squeezing my erection. I could still feel him adjusting inside of his body and for some reason that made it even more hot.
“How slow?” Jason whispered in my ear as he massaged my body.
I guess it didn’t have to be.
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